in my hands
the spark that was
so light
and beautiful
to both me and to you
but as i watched it
grow and shrink
i knew it would not stay
so i let the spark
simply float away
don't be angry
it was the only thing to do
if i held it too tightly
i would have burned my hands
and extinguished as i turned to ash
and if i had let that happen
where would we be?
still without a spark
still without that magnetic pull
between you and me.
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