When Fire Burns Out

As teenagers, we were on fire;

More than in love with one another.

Yet, the last time we‘d spoken, I was ready to leave her, letting our dreams hang in the thin air.

I was young and my mind was surely made up to run away, leaving her behind, to vanish from her entire continent in entirety.

When we met again few years later, we were both belonged to different people, golden rings on our fingers.

We cried together once again, for what we’d missed as a union, but wished each other best of luck in the days ahead, knowing that we couldn’t have changed anything as life stood in front of us since the day we had met.

Now, there’re other people in our lives.

My last meeting with my old flame didn’t change our future, but rather killed our chances of rekindling that young love, which was once so fierce like hot volcano.

It was few years ago the last time I saw her face to face, and said goodbye for the last time, once again.

This time around though, we went our separate ways, with smiles on our faces.