You

I feel you here

and without a doubt
the flame from the edges of cinder
could not be.

in the wind

the laughter derides
mocking the memory
I knew to be true

why must we never
when others, always

it's more than a suggestion of cruel
harder to swallow
and yet, I choose to believe
there was magic

around the songs we sang
the love we shared
promises that bled into

impressions of affection we blew...