Philosophical

it was never a question of how 
but when, 
the way you moved across the room 
and how the shadows would blend 
as the night took a breath 
while the moon burned 
red 
 
your voice 
how it soothed 
on a cold, lonely winter's eve 
when no one was around 
only you, 
only me 
 
there was fire and ice 
happy and sad, 
and yet, I could not leave you 
I chose to remain 
in the midst of the flames 
in spite of 
 
everything 
 
everyone 
 
but me. 
 
I wonder if you remember 
I wonder if you still care 
could we have lasted 
beyond what we dared 
 
to touch 
to dream 
to conceive and believe...

Choices and Consequences