The room is a furnace when he walks in.

With one look,

He can burn the crowd,

Until we were nothing but ashes.

He brings relief and comfort to everyone

Who walks these halls,

But no longer does with me.

Our eyes lock with one another,

Both of our pain and rage visible.

His eyes tear away from mine

While his continue on in the room.

Then, all the broken promises,

Lost memories,

Ripped my soul out of my body,

Along with my heart.

With that slight action,

I became the furnace.