
before the time
of our demise,
we lived in shallow places.
where the pain
of heartache lies
between the frozen spaces.
that once held hope,
fervent desire.
the seeds of love in bloom.
the embers that
could build a fire
that would inundate our room.
before the time
of our demise,
before we failed to learn,
below the surface
of our lies,
a fire
cannot burn.





