I thought for sure your soul had fire
in it that rivaled mine.
Two peas in a pod, we were,
so passionate and energetic about life--
But now you're gone and
the ghost of your memory
is all that I have left,
and I relaized that you were not fire,
you were a sandstorm,
a whirlwind that gets into people's eyes
and becomes the only thing
all the while choking them out,
taking away their voice, their sense of
until any spark or flame of fire
that they had
is snuffed out.
I could have made glass with you
had a love that was
but I think you disliked how I could have
melted you down completely,
so you chose to
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.