Valentine

 

Here I am, desperately grasping at memories

Wondering where the spark went

There was a fire that burned steadily between us

But I fear that I put that flame out on my own,

Maybe a long time ago

And I am sorry that in my own self-destruction

I destroyed the only true love I have ever known

I am sorry that I felt too much too soon

That my own fire burned out too quickly

I am sorry that I feel incapable of feeling anymore

But more than anything

I am sorry that I fell out of love

Just as quickly as I fell in it.

-r.e.