What begins as a moment
A single fleeting moment
Can scar

Isolation blooms and wilts
You flick the switch,
The light never holds,
Leaving you hollow,
Craving the heat of others’ flames.

They burn you bare,
Feeding their fires with your light.
The scorched grow wary.

Some shiver forever,
Never facing the glow,
Others wield fire,
Fingers blistered from its touch.
We silently wish
For the warmth of others.