Waiting For the Fire
I’ve watched with terrified eyes,
as the world around me burns from the flame.
It started with a spark but as every fire does,
it swallowed everything I loved.
Like a statue I stood,
in the center of the burning flame.
I did not have control.
I was just like everything else,
more food to be engulfed.
So I stood there waiting for the fire to take me,
But it never did.
I waited for hours, days and years.
I waited to be taken.
I did not want to live without the one person I needed.
He was always better at living than I.
And yet, in the end, he was the one who couldn't stay.
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