I'm not sure where I left it...
Did I lose it on that warm evening?
Where we stared into each others soul,
and there were no words left to be spoken?

Maybe,
it slipped through my fingers.
As we walked through the park,
hand in hand,
decisively,
acting out the script of a play.

I'm pretty sure it was me.
I let it fall and extinguish.
I let it glide towards the ground,
and it perished.

But you.
You, did absolutely nothing.
To relight it.