“An Open Love Letter”

Dear S, you were full of mischief ----------------------------------------- "Reluctant Flame" He tended to the sparks carefully. Not sure if he wants to ignite them or not. He poked every time he saw a chance. But the tiny flame was reluctant and discreet. He could not hope to catch it. The flame, like smoke, was too quick and fragile. I extinguished it with futile thoughts. I could not risk it, not my heart, not to him. -----------------------------------------