The Void and the Flame

(inspired by Fill The Void by The Weeknd) I carry a quiet void within, A hollow carved by time and sin. But then you appeared—no grand parade, Just a glance that lingered, a fire delayed. Your voice is low, like dusk’s first sigh, A heat that rises, though I don’t know why. Your hands hover near but never quite land, A promise trembling, waiting to expand. I choose you to fill the void, Not with noise, but the silence we’ve enjoyed. Not with fleeting touches or practiced charms, But the unspoken pull that draws me to your arms. In the still of the night, the air turns thick, A rhythm pulses, deliberate and quick. It’s not just longing—it’s something more, A whispered plea, a half-open door. Modern love is fractured, they often say, But with you, the pieces align, find their way. You fit where others left only space, A perfect match, an untamed grace. So I’ll choose you again, in shadow or light, To fill the void, to burn through the night. Not just with lust, but a bond undefined— A love electric, yet deeply entwined.