Spark
Regrets are a waste of time
A waste of energy
A waste of inner peace
Yet you remain a spark
A light in the distance
Never to be extinguished by the ugliness of regret
Or the beauty of new love
Or the cloud of hopelessness
Or the bittersweet past
Or the uncertain future
But kept alive by the majesty and power of love and lust entertwined
Too strong to be lost in the darkness around
Too bright to ignore
A burning ember, alone in the dark
You watch for me, wait for me
But somehow I’m not enough
Not enough to satisfy or feed the flame
Just to watch from far away
And hope against all hopes that someday a lick of flame
Will leap out and reach for me
Drawing me into the fire that you started
The fire that your little spark began to welcome me home
Home into you
Enfolded, deeply
Snugly, strongly
Waiting for an answer and never letting go
Even when the answer is no
Let me go
