There was a time when we burned too bright,
A wildfire hungry for its own light.
But flames untended, left untold,
Don't die in stormsâthey die in cold.
We turned from heat to distant snow,
A quiet ending we refused to know.
Not with a scream,
Not with a fight,
But slow surrender into night.
Author's Note
Some loves don't end in chaos. Some loves fade like embers in the wind--gently, quietly, until one day you wake up and realize the fire went out long before you notice the cold.