Burn

Once upon a day so cold,

I dreamt of when I would turn old.

Will love still lay upon my heart?

Or will we grow too far apart?

When we were young, and wild, and free,

The future felt like everything.

The love, the house, the kids, the cars,

The whole world was meant to be 'ours.'

But the cars, the kids, the house, that love,

Filled up all our plates, was it just too much?

I cannot find your heat, all I feel is the chill,

Does your flame even burn for us still?

Please don't forget the love we had,

And tell me how to get it back.

I dream of when we both turn old,

And hope your hand's there for mine to hold.