Lonely Flame

I say.
A conversation is lit afire.
The flame fuels by (my) words.
Burst in flares of interest
As you follow every breath I say.
Aroused by the kindled light,
You listened...
Every other moment,
Winds of silence comes
And try to blow our flame away.
The virulent wind can not be slain,
Yet can be averted.
I alone can’t stop the wind.
The convergent of both our flames
Shall grow our mighty fire.
Yet you simply only listened with half a ear....
Your flame is dead by your sanded breath.
I tried hard to attract
And ignite your flame.
I even gabe you a burn to try to get you fired.
Again you stayed silent....
I fought the wind all alone as my flame began to give
At last it got me...
I lost the flame...
I lost you...