I haven’t felt a fire in forever. Flames have not flickered in my gut for the fervor of another’s favor.
I fear this loss of flavor for life. Feeling moments only faintly. I’m fraying at the fringe of my facade.
I fail at facing faults in my faith. Fairly certain that falling would fade like a fresh infectious fever for a friend who flirts with frost.
I haven’t felt a fire in forever. But I will keep flint and stone just in case.