I looked into the bright fire and I saw your face

I loved sitting in the warm embrace that it would give, the comfort and protection it made me feel
After sitting for a while, I started to see smoke, and wondered if i built the fire right
I wondered if I should add more timber
because all I wanted was to keep the flames alight

After some time I noticed the fire start to hunch and droop
although the fire was still burning
I saw the golden flakes of char floating to deaths door as they lost their light and excitement

I started to see the waning embers, through the dark pieces of wood
and as the fire faded I saw your face

I then understood
that all fires are fleeting


© Taylor