With the briefest touch a spark was ignited
that I never really noticed until
you breathed air
enough to fan it into an ember
like a soft glow of a coal. And for a while
I delighted in the warmth I felt
when you were around; and in the times you weren’t
I made do with keeping the flame alive
just by thinking about you and
letting you know how much I do.
But like all beginnings, you decided to end things.
Without a word, with just a sigh —
the spark was gone. And after all these years,
all I can see is the beauty of what could have been
had there been a you and me.