Conflagration
A poem for untended fires of the heart
I still remember the night
When we became one
The furtive glance of happenstance
Shared between two wandering souls
Who knew not yet their roads would cross
Until that breath of silence sweet
Until that touch, held cheek-to-cheek,
Until that secret shrouded under midnight cloak
With eyes and hands that could not part
And a kiss sealed evermore with an oath
Whispered in silver moonlight
Until the night when the fires died
And you drew from me like a phantom tide
Your warm embrace traded for biting wind
My burning heart left to beat in dying embers
Listening for its long fled counterpart
Only to hear in reply a mournful echo
To fan the gasping flames
I still remember the night
When we became one
Yet now I lie on the forking road
Airing my cindered song
Hoping
Waiting
To see if the coals will die
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