Tiny fire tiny fire. Though I may not be expecting those desires to be met, I’m happy that you’ve come home to burn inside my chest. It makes me feel more like myself, lit from within, warmer and more alive. I don’t even feel you gutter when you go,  just a coldness and “hey, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know.” Until once more you spark and smolder and I whisper “oh, oh.”


2 thoughts on “

  1. This is so beautiful. Everyone feels it sometime, yet we don’t have the words to explain.

  2. This is neatly done. We all feel this sometimes, but the words describe it perfectly.

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