Today I walked past our spot
under the Sycamore where we used to lay
and all at once, those memories
of you and I
came rushing back like a flood.

I watched as they set the skies on fire
and the shadows cast were a golden hue
the violent winds danced with our silhouettes
gamboling in the shade of that lover's tree.

In that moment
you took my hand,
your incendiary stare igniting desires
setting fires
as you cast your handprint on my soul.