My Fire


Caught up in thoughts
Of dreams that could have been,
should have been,
yet never will be.
I remember the times
we made each other smile,
and the tenderness that was
almost close enough to touch.
The shining hope,
the optimism, and desire.
And through it all
you remain
my fire.

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