Flame Consumes

how do I feel
when you were mine
and then the wind
carried you off
stole my heart
and it took so long
to return to me
I was empty and cold
a shell of hope
that you'd return
and be mine once more
for a while, I thought
it was bound to happen
we both held that flame
we couldn't stay away
the light we shared
had been put out
and my fire consumed me
only cold ashes left behind
yet somehow now
with one call, one frame of time
I feel a spark, one that's been dead
and filled with hate
for months
I can feel that anger waning
and it scares me to no end