The Flames Continue Dancing

I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell

and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me.


I just hope you were not planning on keeping the house

where we wrote on the walls and drew on the floors,

I burnt it down with the lighter you left in the left pocket of

the leather jacket I stole when you were still here,

still kissing on me as if I were an angel or something.


I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell

and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me.


I just hope you are as happy as you were before.