I have a particular interet in old flames,
Maybe because their embers never fully died in my heart.

So when the wind rolls by, and breathes life into
These possible long gone embers,

They light back up, in the back of my mind
Where the glow is too tempting

To ignore, so I sit down and bask in the emitting
Heat from long gone flames just to

See what they had that lit me up
In the first place.

Old flames remain in my memories until
Something stirs my heart, long enough

To sustain a tiny spark that
Reminds me why we caught fire so long ago.

So when you pass by me on the street,
And I look the other way,

It's because I have no need for your embers,
There's no need for them to stay.

I doubt you even put a match to
The thought of me anyway,

So I'll let your embers rest until charred and black,
Just so that they never return, so they never come back.