I miss you,
the sparks we shared
still ignite in some ways;
Your smile the match.
A short fuse in the quiet mind’s
loud thoughts of regret and devotion.
The “I still need you” that escapes me
like a smoker’s hand to a lighter,
all have me in flames;
wishing to burn in your existence once more.
Yet knowing that is all up in smokes.
Light from Lita
See you soon.