You cannot sleep without wet matches
You cannot speak without candle wax
You cannot mirror without a bright flame
You cannot love me without firewalking
You allowed me to burn the past too desperately
even though I am down to coals
You removed the pans quietly and scraped me up so slowly
even though I am down to coals
You wrestled with the breath that put me out possibly
even though I am down to coals
You stoked another coven fire carefully
even though I am down to coals
You cleaned my broken skull lovingly
even though I am down to coals
You wet the ash under your eyes tearfully
even though I am down to coals
You are renewed and green beautifully
even though I am down to coals
You attempted flicker and shifting ineptly
even though you are a forest growing salaciously
and I am down to coals