By Moon Rise
Date: 18 May 2000
Fire Man
Fire Man
I'm burning with a desire so deep that my body aches.
Time is killing me.
Patience in NO virtue.
I hate waiting. I don't want to wait. I can't wait. Why should I wait?
It's killing me inside, and I want to scream it to the world.
To hell with the consequences.
Yet I need to hide this fire,
From the world, even from him.
If he knew the depth of my passion he would be frightened away, perhaps.
Maybe I'm just scared to find out that he doesn't feel the same.
How can I tell what he really feels when he can't say the words.
Or is he just afraid to say them?
Or is he just afraid to let go of his sure thing?
I'm a question mark in his life and I want to be an exclamation point!
If only he would tell me--in words that I long to hear.
They say actions speak louder than words
But even his actions are few and far between.
And yet I hang on.
Why do I continue to hang on?
Because it's easier than letting go. Letting go involves pain.
Pain versus ecstasy. Not a difficult choice.
Together we are focused, sure, optimistic.
Alone we revert to old patterns of behavior.
Together we smolder,
Alone we're just embers--a memory too good to be true.
A faded picture trashed in the fire.
What an ironic situation--he lights the fire and then lets it extinguish.
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