A Poem, Que Terible.

i can't let go
my grip steadfast in hopes
you will last
you will grow in my heart
i can't give up
my love still shows
in my eyes
you must know what i see
i can't tear away
my heart bears a burden
a weight
heavy with the baggage you carry
i won't stop now
were i wise i would try
to forget
to remember the regret of mistake
i won't die down
there's a flame yet burning
for you
but time is cool rain
and i'll smoke out my feelings
and carry those embers
precious and glowing
to another love
another flame
one more chance of life inflagrante.