I do not know
which one of us nestled here first.
All I know is a darkly blanketed sky,
glowing red tongues flickering,
a you and an I, wondering
if your open palms seek solace
in its warmth, or if
your scorched fingers have decided
they've played with too much.
Prompt: Two people watching a fire.
Sometimes I don't know if the help I try to give the people I love helps them or harms them.