You watched me:

Live the life of a spark, always trying to be a flame
An act of quintessence, a folly void of blame
You burned your hands countless times whilst trying to suppress my sou
A burning string, from flames so bold, they almost felt like glittered gold

But how could I never have seen the cowardice in your eyes?
The anxiety from time to time that produced sweat so cold
I swear they would douse my fires
If they could touch me

You began to withdraw yourself
A recluse
A hermit
But I knew this was more than a gambit
This was not childlike epiphany
This was not a consequence of misery
You had known all along that I was disparate
But yet you acted in congruency with my antics

You are a whiter shade of your former self now
A hue so pale those who once knew you would never know you now
But I’m still a spark, the same old, disconsolate spark

And your sacrifice has been in vain
Ashamed, I am, for your reputation I swore to never taint