Dance In the Fire

I never wrote her a poem, while we were together, so I write her one now.

 

I could never give you what you wanted

You just needed to be alive, to dance in the fire

And laugh as it failed to burn you

I was content to merely curse the shadows it created

I, a mostly bitter, old fool, yellowed by the world, like old newspaper

Lost or forgotten

You brought me warmth, the soothing soft glow of love and companionship

I gave you nothing but twisted, dry willow break words

I never even told you what you meant to me

 

I miss you now, in my long lonely hours of stale sameness

The world has lost its color for me

Vibrancy fading to dirty sepia and sallow tints

I miss the maelstrom that was your eyes

A sea of colors, protean and primal

I dream of your eyes, in these stale hours

 

I remember the looks you would give me

Begging me for just a hint, some spark

Some confirmation of love and life

So afraid to lose what I’d already lost

I watched those looks turn hard

I watched you leave me even as you sat at my side

 

It is a sad irony, that I lost you

Because all you wanted to do was dance in the fire

And laugh as it tried to burn you

And now all I long to do is watch you

_____
For Liz

Reviews

[zainul]

A testimony of love with confession for negligence and indifference.

[Heather]

you had me, completely in the first stanza...had me! This poem is fantastic. I loved how you described her and your desire for her, how she would tease you with looks, false hopes...I could go on and on.. but I will end with...WOW

[Cole Hayley]

Ah once again you weave a excellent poem

[Hester Vane]

Awww, i can feel the sincerity in this piece. Beautiful!