I wish I had never let go.

Of the hope that burnt out in my heart.

The hope that we could be.

Maybe I was just stupid.

Maybe it was never even a possibility.

But I swear I saw the small spark in your eyes that had matched my blazing flame.

That flame is now flickered out, with nothing to kindle the burn.

It left my heart in ashes, and I wonder if maybe you still hold your spark.

Perhaps you can relight the blaze in my heart.

Or maybe you'd pour water on the smoldering embers.