By Serenity Mosqueda
Will my love be warm again?
The passion once had with sobbing from us
From the loss of a love so bright
Does a fire burn brighter with two logs?
Or does it simply leave all in ashes, the spark unable to warm both at once
Was I even cold?
Or was I fearing the coming winter, unfamiliar with how to adapt
Ultimately throwing all to flame, my memories smoking with it
Will you ever burn again?
I cannot see a fire without your smile branding my brain
A mark that reminds me of the consequences of arson
Will I know how to sustain a fire in my lifetime?
Or will I continue smelling of oak
An ash trail left behind for all to see