what we left in the fire...

the waves grew closer as we grew colder& the fire of our love was on its last limb

no more butterflies, no more skipped heartbeats

just two old lovers figuring out how to be "friends"

the tide grew violently as we witnessed the remainders of our fire die

we both sat & watched silently, neither of us releasing a smile or a cry

the cinders of our love & the ashes of our memories left us in a complete daze

but we were mesmerized as they danced displaying both our joys & our pains

as the smoke begin to clear, reality had finally set in

no longer my future husband or my place of refuge, we were now simply just friends

a part of me wanted to save the fire, we were just a little too late though

& as i watched the last of the residue disperse i whispered to myself

"we could've been great though."