Flame 

You call me after dark;
Maybe I don’t feel like a torch song tonight.
Maybe I don’t need any of your redemption,
But I want to go if only out of my own spite.
I still have your picture, I don’t know why,
It’s the picture you gave me that one time.
I look longing at your lips and shoulders,
Longing for that moment when you were mine.
Those nights seem so distant, almost dead,
But we were both very much alive and new,
And it was something in that instant when we kissed
And you returned the favor with “I love you.”
Sometimes now the night is silent,
Unlike when we once whispered each others name;
And though tonight is as quiet as a new bed,
Right now I just don’t feel like another flame.

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