You say* your life is a fire that started with a single flame ignited from your fingertips,
Spreading fast to no end.

You say this fire is spiraling out of control,
Devouring all of your assets along with it.

You say you're the burning ember in the center of this downfall,
Becoming smaller and smaller until you are no longer visible.

But my dear, I promise you, your life is no fire and you are no burning ember.

You are the flame becoming strong,
You are the flame quite visible,
You are the flame who has all she needs.
You just have yet to notice.

It seems as if everyone is telling me that I cannot think of you that way.

Not again.


I know more than anyone of how much trouble you can be.

I know I shouldn't want to take chances when I already know the outcome.

But sometimes I do because sometimes I miss you.


Sometimes I miss the way you would caress my hand and hold it tight.

Sometimes I miss your hugs that reassured me everything's gunna' be

alright.


Sometimes I miss the way your lips taunted mine in the moonlight.

Sometimes I miss the gentleness of your kiss on my mouth.


Sometimes I miss the "goodnight, beautiful" and "good morning,

sunshine!" messages that brought tears to my eyes as I looked back at

them.


Sometimes I miss you, I really do.