masking the scene

making a dream

monitoring the little mistakes

that brought back a feeling of zen

after the burning emotions

had left town again

when you mentioned coming here to stay

I thought you were not

moving away

and the sad anger burst my feelings

like I knew what you meant

but couldn’t find the words to say

before I knew not to take you

so very seriously

because this was the compiling of your creativity

like a shield without a sword

or a compliment ignored

under washes of flame

or a few raindrops of fire

how far would you stand to wait

our souls are

melting together

like candle wax