City of Ember

I sometimes cling to her
As though
I'll never get to see her again.
The thought of it scares me
More than
The Silent Hill style fire
Burning just beneath the surface
Of a once beautiful city.
They say if you listen close,
You can hear it:
Both the rumbling fire
And my heart beating,
Skipping
Through fields of embered coals.
Call it heartburn,
Call it love.
I'm just glad
To call you mine.
I will cling to you
Because if one day,
You really do disappear,
The fire will not
And your touch will burn hotter
In my hands.