When the Embers Cool

Our eyes met. 

And, I could remain there

Resting in that moment of embrace.

As those dark pools cradled me,

It was as if you were putting me gently to sleep

When you blinked.

But the war has ended,

And peace ensues.

Displacing stratagems adopted in the time of conflict.

We no longer need each one another

To stay warm from the cold.

Flames lick at my feet

Goading me forward on my path.

But how am I to proceed?

Though the conflict is over,

I don’t fear saying that I need you.