Naught without you

This fire in me is cool.
It’s ablaze but it’s dormant.
It’s lighting the way,
but doesn’t show me the end of the tunnel.
Without your end of the love,
my fire grows,
but gives no warmth.

Inspired by Beau Taplin’s Hunting Season:

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65,
you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find––
is they are not always with whom we spend our lives”

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