The wilted leaves of the plant you gave me
begin to peel away
lingering on the sunny window ledge
starting to fade on this day.

I laughed at its structure
and how it reminded me of us:
started out blooming and blossoming
but soon we lost our trust.

Today, I feed a new plant
with the tears I cried over you,
and with the warmth that I never received,
I began to build something new.

I smiled at its structure
and how it reminded me of myself:
started out small and feeble
But I am no longer just a decoration on the shelf.

the fire burns
flickering in the cold winter's night
and you see the reflection
of someone you had lost
or someone
who had lost you

you could never really be sure
whether the bright flickering flame
held only an illusion
or whether
it was truly burning you up inside