An old flame,
and what a flame we were together.
We burned bright and tall.
White hot center,
cloaked in blue.
The birthing of a universe between us, as we tried to merge.
But then what mattered somehow slipped away,
leaving a murky, desolate nebula between us.
I could not wait years
for you to make the return journey back to me.
This old flame,
A soft, dying glow
pulses red in shallow breaths,
and my passions are snuffed
beneath years of ash.
I may hold the torch,
but the flame has since died.
The space between us is as big as it ever was, and expanding,
leaving streaks of darkness in between.
And I have found new light.