The Keeper of The Flame

I didn't notice when she left,

but it was a long time ago.

Then you told me to find you in the flame,

just as she returned.

She brought with her, a gift

- warmth.

And now, as the days get colder,

warmth has returned from its own winter,

allowing that hidden place

at the back of the heart,

to be remembered.

That place,

you know the one -

where all those moments are kept.

Not to be released,

but to be touched.

To be remembered,

that they were real.