Last night I dreamt I was in the midst Of a thunderstorm In a strange house In a strange land Alone At first Until A past love Bid me goodnight Then disappeared I found a box of matches And a candle As i fear the inner darkness The storm Blew over I awoke Safe The ex love reappeared And we hugged Then we kissed Passionately The same intensity Was still there Yet we both knew It would not rekindle A candle That had no wick Her desires Were of a different ilk Of what i had been And no longer was Nor had truly ever been by Jemia