I remember spotting you,
a sleeping flame pushed
against dirty glass and
my heart got attached
just from the very sight of
your burning.
After all, it was August and
that coat you were wearing
had me staring
because it was hot as f***
from the sun's constant blaring,
and I wanted you out of that
heat-ridden cage.
And so it was; I unleashed
you and your brother
and only minutes passed before
my mother came to a decision
without my permission.
Although I am not upset about the
one we came to choose,
time after time my thoughts move
back to you, and I wonder
if your fire
is still burning like it used to.