Lonesome this dying fire the darkening sky now barely a glint of sun a dismal line of light it swiftly fades into the night starless black water this mirror pool reflections of you and I.
we were really great together, like coffee and the morning, but I am greater on my own, like hot cocoa and the winter. our love was a controlled campfire flame, but I am a wildfire. I do not need your love in order to burn bright. I am fine without you.