After waiting so long
and then,
finally
trying to light the fire,
how does one put it out?
Fire is beautiful.
Fire is scary.
I try to move the big burning logs
to the side.
Away.
Let them smolder and die.
But the little baby embers
persist.
I put on the fire screen
and walk away.
Yet the fire still burns
even while I don’t look at it,
while I don’t feel the heat
the energy
the flame.
I wrap myself in a blanket,
away from the fire,
away,
so in need of warmth.
Die
while the flames live
alive
yet again.