Fire

It was in the fire that I saw your eyes

burning into mine

telling me what I did was

wrong, wrong, wrong.

And it was in the flame's crackling that I heard your voice

my name being sputtered over and over in my ears

telling me that I was not the me you

knew, knew, knew.

And it was only in the brightness that I saw your passion

etching itself on my skin

I could not find you anywhere

else, else, else.

And it was only in the cold absence of the warmth that I knew you

freezing my soul

and making me

cold, cold, cold.

(That's the problem, sweetheart.

I only could ever see you in the light.

You were only there when it was bright.)