FALLING INTO FIRE

A glance, a nuance, a first conversation, a spark, a flicker;

How do most of these interactions begin?

But now, dear love-friend, here comes the kicker;

I'm afraid that we both know where this will end.

Admiration; quaint, innocent, true,

Our very first moment to let a chance meeting shine through.

Fascination; I hide it before it should bloom,

Oh; why should I rush this admission and run you from the room?

Desperation; it peaks frome unspoken words,

Who am I to ask for an honest refute when I buried MY truth unheard?

Pursuit; it's any potential suitor's most dangerous game,

The pursuit, the stalk, the hunt; suggest GREATER distance away.

Friendship; DESPERATE to rekindle its flame,

Can something once so PERFECT (then messed up) be restored in name?

Sincerest care; "You're now like a sister to me."

...Then why is she so frightened; oh man, can't you SEE???

My platonic best friend; that's what you promised to me,

Anything MORE was my own selfish desires and needs.

A spark, an ember, a FLICKER of friendship's still there.

I know it, you know it too; we two still know an itch.

I know that you know that we know we still care;

Tend a flame just enough and restore friendship; feed it to hastily and burn a bridge...