Old Flame

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,
it smolders.

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.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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