No Rekindling Flame

I ate and drank his precious words
but was never fully satisfied.
choking on too big of bites,
I gasped for air as I cried.
I swallowed his fine wine
until it turned to sorrowed mash.
I wished on air as pain thrived
to relieve this taunting crash.

A discarded, old housewife,
I was fatefully meant to be.
I place my blame on no one else,
I wasn't good enough for thee.
So we split two worlds apart,
relearning life before we met.
I packed my clothes and this crystal vase
without a single regret.

Crumpled petals begin to fall,
neglected from a dried out love,
maybe rain wouldn't be so bad.
This stem can hardly stand up.
But if a storm begins to brew,
a shelter I shall seek.
These winds are picking up,
and I'm feeling rather weak.

We could catch up as old lovers
away from the storm's harm,
create magic with me at night
and sleep through our alarm.

At the alter, I always prayed
to be your one desire.
I walked a tightrope with my eyes closed
above hell's neverending fire.
All these steps to get to you,
I crossed oceans and seas,
I prayed to God you're in my arms,
I would have been all you ever need.

But you'd never follow me to the depths,
just rest in your little safe haven.
A bountiful life is Heavenly fame,
and only your love could have saved us.