Asked for cool from fire,
for warmth from ice —
burned by both,
I learned nothing twice.
I knew you’d say no.
You did.
Still,
I stood where our shadows used to meet,
just for two minutes,
just in case the sky changed its mind.
No music plays here —
no rock, no roll —
just my foolish heart
still tapping its feet
to a beat long gone
I've stopped expecting the unexpected,
given up the hope
that hope might surprise me.
But habit is a stubborn dancer —
it twirls in circles
while I stand still.
So once more,
I’ll wait at that old bend
with nothing in hand
and a world in my chest,
asking fire to cool me,
ice to hold me warm —
knowing both will leave me
just as they did before.
But for two minutes,
I’ll still believe
Only because I see you
In a BBY me
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