This candle
has some burning
left to do..
before its flames
may finally
engulf us both,
in truth..
turn us to ash.

Or else
not every spark
of passion
that we see ignite..
is meant to turn
into a raging fire..
felt by us as a light
of mutual desire.

Perhaps not every love
sent to us from above
is meant to burn.
What would I not give,
only for that feeling
to return?

I felt it once before..
and so I know it’s real.
And yet, I haven’t felt it,
truly.. in so long..
That I begin to question..
whether I can
any longer..
feel.