Flickers

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you and i

we started out as a flicker

not even hardly a little bit of anything

then someone threw wood onto our spark

and our flame grew bright and strong

it exploded into the air

reaching for the night sky

and the silver stars that

danced there

we were a wildfire

we burned every leaf every wall every twig in between us

and became a beacon to the world

we were hearts

of fire

born in flames

--until we ran out of fuel

we scrambled for wood for leaves for paper for something to burn

but there was none left

and we slowly collapsed into coals

dying embers

that could no longer reach for

the beckoning

stars

we burned too fast too bright too hot

and we payed the price of a

slow death

i watched us die

our hearts shriveling to ash

we were nothing but

smoke in the

wind

[the worst part is

                    i saw it coming]

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