Stones

Something that came to mind as I was driving home from my overnight shift. Feedback appreciated.

We were stones separated in different places on earth.

One day brought together by fate. 
When we touched we created a spark.
Never realizing what that spark could make.
One day your friend provided us with dry tinder and when we touched we created a fire.
Our experiences, time and moments together created the fuel to keep our fire burning.
We sat cherishing and admiring what we could create together.
The warmth, majestic view and peacefulness provided.
Then a storm came and put out our flame and sent me far away in another direction.
Eventually fate brought us together again but I was still soaking wet from the rain.
Wanting to produce a fire again we touched. 
No spark.
Once more, no spark.
I was still soaking wet from the storm that I wasn't ready to produce a spark.
When I finally dried up, life had carried you away.

Author's Note

Something that came to mind as I was driving home from work. Feedback appreciated.