By growing older,
my sea-weeded soul
absorbed gasoline fumes
making it moister and moister
as years went by.

By entering my life,
your sparks brought me light.

By leaving,
your sparks lit my precious,
burning it to the ground, slowly and painfully
leaving only dirt and ashes.

In the aftermath-
panting,
lost,
weary,
I must find a new path.
and my desolated ruins
could not but wonder-
were you just a spark?