Almost to embers, we were minutes away.
Minutes away from a flame extinguished,
From lack of fuel, in the form of time,
From lack of air, in the form of words,
And lack of heat, in the form of cold, icy looks
Cold touched my heart.
And you blew me away,
With your words.
With your time.
With your smile
In the face of my sadness and pain.
Almost to embers, we were minutes away.
And you spoke us into a fire.
Or this?
Almost to embers, we are minutes away
I can’t breathe
As I chance to look at your face. Nothing new has been added
To fuel this fire
I’ll never be what you desire.
I’m cold and you’re frigid
Your hand pulls away
As I shiver alone curled by the hearth
Almost to embers, We are minutes away.
And you blow.
To ignite our passion or extinguish the flame?