Fickle Flames

I don’t know how I imagined this moment would go

Everything grew darker and the room became cold

I reached out for comfort with no one to hold

The fire had died and I was left holding the coal

But that’s not how it started, the spark was insane

I felt fire the moment he first spoke my name

Each kiss reignited and fueled the flame

And in that instant my whole world was changed

We spent the next year developing us

Everything was so perfect I didn’t know not to trust

But like some mythical fable, it was too much, too fast

It became painfully clear that this could never last

I fanned the flame but all that scattered was ash

It happened so quickly that I suffered whiplash

I begged borrowed and pleaded just this wish, I asked

But it was too late and it was gone in a flash

The lesson I learned, if a flame’s meant to die

Then nothing can stoke it, no matter how hard you try

Keep your feelings in check and always carry a sweater

Because a spark can burn out and you should prepare for bad weather