Crimson,
the embers glow,
the sort of heat that starts
in your chest is muted, but strong.
As soon as it begins to rain,
a campfire has no chance, yet
an internal fire
is harder to extinguish,
Flames in the heart are resilient
oblivious to any weather, they are
unabated.
Somewhere out west,
a forest fire is consuming a hillside while
here, on the wrong side of town,
someone else is setting his resentment ablaze
You are in your bed,
burning silently, yet
I can see your pilot light,
even from here.
With thanks to mad girl's love song, who is witty, yet humble.