Rumination

 If I were to say yes would it matter?

If the distance doesn't kill the fire,

The lack of kindle will.

The warmth of your ember embrace embodies, 

The reason for my melancholy.

The way you flicker with grace, 

Is the center of my folly.

I wish I could be your kindle,

but I am still green.

To be with you would be to dwindle,

but I am too green. 

Selfishness is my crime.

It is the human condition.

Nature is criminal.