Still Aflame

I write to you again as I read over those words
I did "silently walk away"
But I was too thick to see
How could I have forgotten, even for a second
What you mean to me?

I know I got caught up in life
I'm nowhere close to perfect
Why didn't I realize your hand was "outstretched still"?
Until your hand had dropped it hardly crossed my mind
And when I found what happened
I wished I would have noticed the whole time.

These words I've read over and over
I have them memorized...
That stopper which you made to extend the story of our lives
I didn't think that story would read quite this way
How do I feel about it?
It's hard to say

You brought out my passion for writing
For that I'll be ever in debt
You gave my life joy again when I had lost it
How much you helped me you don't even know, I bet

You lit up my life, and that fire you lit
Is still aflame in me, it never quit.

But your yearning heart, I forgot to see
Truly 'beating only for the thought of you and me"
I have this to ask:
What music has set you free?

I've let your outstretched hand sink
And with myself I'm not too happy
Because I made you think
"The flame has gone out in her"
So yours drifted to ash
I now wish I could find one flicker
To rekindle the fire that you thought clashed.

But if not...
I'll adjust my fire
Make this friendship a great one
My next hope is that you will as well
What the next page will read I cannot tell

Maybe the best way for me to be...
Is find a way to change my heart
And set it free...