Flames

Do feelings ever go away?

We can bury them deep down

Beneath years of denial and regret

But are they ever really gone? 

How do you extinguish a fire?

That is never going to run out of fuel?

You don’t. 

You smother the flame 

Until it is nothing but a small flicker. 

That hides behind your eyes.

It is the first touch.

The first time that he looked at you

And you knew he was really looking 

Into something deeper than your eyes.

The first time that he kisses you

Under the large oak tree in his yard.

The butterflies building up so heavily

You think that you could float.

The endless memories that leave you

Curled up on the shower floor 

Reaching

Trying to wrap yourself back in them.

Because maybe

Just maybe 

If you keep the flame lit

The fire can start again.