Spark

I await your call, but it does not arrive.
The spark within flickers, can it survive?
Survive the unspoken of words not yet said-
Survive my perceptions of being misled.

Survive the turmoil of the story I create-
As I wait for your call that will decide my fate.
Will the spark flicker and silently fold-
If the answers it seeks are left untold?

Or will it burn brightly if I just let go-
Of the need to understand and the need to know.
The chains of your approval I hereby release
What you think can not define me.

So keep your silence, and harbor your story
It’s not mine to take-in stealing- no glory.
And it is not your call that fuels the flame-
I can turn the ringer off, and end this game.