That day in the storm
Changed everything
For the sparks we had:
The rain came down
And washed away
The fire we'd been kindling.
We whispered to each other
That it would be okay;
That the warmth we'd gotten
Would be enough
To carry us through the cold.
Our fire had burnt so bright,
We convinced ourselves,
That even without the glowing embers
We'd be able to see in the dark.
Alas...the daylight we'd hoped for never broke,
And in the cold dark night we learned
That even the stars do go to sleep
We huddled closer and held on tighter,
And even though we wouldn't say it
We both knew that we never should
Have gone dancing in the rain
You and I
Struck match after match,
Lighter after lighter-
Doing all we could
To reignite the flame
We should have known though:
Storms just wreak havoc
And survivors we were not;
Not then, not yet.
And the thing about lighting doused fires is:
Wet wood doesn't burn
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Campfire - And Other Poems
PuisiA collection of poems exploring every emotion this young medic's heart has beat to, and then some. All works are copyright protected - do NOT reproduce or reprint without explicit permission.
