By JJ Johnson
Its burns passionately keeping the two of us warm:
Each flame cracklin with laughter, awes,
Smiling with streaks of pink and red.
Sparks rise high to the sky, the wind carrying it to the future.
The light emitted from the flame illuminated her throughout the night;
I watch over her as she sleeps gracefully by it every night.
Recently no crackling
Just dim flames
Just smoke, which goes into her eyes
Making her choke and tear up in the middle of the night
the water trickles down her soft face
and hits hard against the wood,
With a little hiss to break the awkward silence.
Killing the light
i reach into the fire to get the embers streaking again
i gripped a scorching log trying to get a hold of the situation
i pulled back after a few seconds,
dropping the log
causing the wooden structure to crash
Her tears extinguished the flames
Just a little light from the embers that remain
She tries to sleep
tossing and turning in the cold dark
Her body trembling from fear and the cold fronts invading
i sit there staring at my seared hand,
At the damage i did
i tried to reach out to comfort her,
Each time pulling back with a flash of pain
When i stretch my hand,
i feel nothing but the blisters piercing