She always leaves with a smile,
eagerly arrives dragging hope like a blanket
frayed and old.
Love dissipates with time I was told
and hers lacks the gleam of fresh start
feeling worn like old shoes that we keep in the closet
and we can’t toss away.
And I knew that such love wouldn’t stay
when it’s fine to watch flames from afar
but to burn in the blaze, that we need!
Because love without fire
becomes cold with no warning or sign,
just a glow in the distance
of the flares burning out over time-
“I felt her absence, it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials