we are more.
more than you remember.
we were fire.
maybe I was just the lighter
maybe you were all the trees burning off us
maybe you saw me as the candle,
and saw yourself as the one just merely inhaling the flowery smell
but that would mean I saw us as a forest fireand you saw us as a single flicker of light
too fast for anyone to notice
YOU ARE READING
redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you