Poetry: The Fire

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Our love was real and quite the blaze,

Though when the fire blew out, I was left in a haze.

For I did not see this to be our end,

To me, it was more of a ‘see you again.’

I looked at the ashes, the memories of us,

And wondered why did you have to turn it all into dust?

Even now I wonder if we could ever be reignited,

Or is this feeling just too unrequited?

Now I yearn for the flame we once shared,

Because the warmth that you gave me, made me think that you had cared.

And I’ve been trying to move past this, but I guess I’ll never learn,

That once you touch the fire, you’re bound to get burned.