Fire


My skin warms
My feelings are blurred.
I am uncertain
But I can see it.
I want to
But I am afraid.
One step at a time,
But it’s too late.
Now, it’s gone
The spark extinguished.
Left in the blackness.
Was there ever a fire? 


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