Old flames still burning
unbeknownst to the poor fool
just passing through
The flames dance and lick his skin,
carving new scars and channels
in amongst the ones they left before
that never healed quite right
About to fall apart once more
at the very sight of one
he never quite saw coming
How fitting to find himself
in ashes once again
as she burns so bright across the room
Drawn in before, never to return
and yet the pull is stronger
than the will it took to climb
back out of the hole she left him in
what seems so long ago