Old Flames

We may or may not be in each others arms ever again. I pray still that someday we might. I know I'm risking a lot by doing this, but it's for me to choose. I learn more everyday through life and every tear that falls. Through memories I hold and ones I let slip away. I pray that there will be a flame that still burns inside of you, like mine. One that is secure and away from life's harm. I'm not trying to fan your flame, nor mine. I'm just trying to keep it from going out.