She is close.
She will always be close.
Never together again.
The steam is still in the air.
She poured water over the fire between us.
She lit a fire with another.
She poured water on it.
She relit our fire.
It burned bigger than any she had with anyone else.
But she put it out and disappeared.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Now I'm burned to ashes.
