The days, shorter suddenly, seem small
When spent in the company of all.
And yet, fire fed my forthrightness.
The decision made, I spoke.
I heard a proclamation like an echo
And still, fire fed my fastidiousness.
The stakes at their highest, I chose to leave
Without knowing how you see me,
And still, fire fed my fortitude.
The chaos around us raged along.
I knew all i couldn't say without staying long.
And now, fire feeds my fear.
The fact you're leaving after this
Not having spoken of our bliss,
And knowing I may have missed
A chance. But I digress,
A fire feeds my need for righteousness.
And a fire fed the choice that led to this.
Thanks for listening and reading. As always....
Be well. Be strong.
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