Crusty Eyelids

Is this what it has come to?

I figured it like a fad,

fading with a better color or a more recognizable flutter,

it could have been like that.

Like one of those key necklaces, or the overalls or the long dresses,

you would fade like the rest. 

And easily. 

Don’t get me wrong,

I would have fought for you,

I would have cleared the path whether it 

with the side of my palm 

or the tip of my shoe,

I would have.

But as I blinked, and kept rubbing my eyes,

sometimes crusty from the sleep

that came after the tears and the long night,

you were here. 

And not just here..

you were a touch,

a whisper,

a scent,

a quiver,

a moment, 

a flicker,

that never went..

and so you know,

whoever you are,

that a flicker,

with the right amount of energy 

and with maybe some water,

is an explosion..

that you are fully and deeply unaware

of
that you have suddenly started.

so put out my fire,

or i'll burn down the whole city..

and who wants to see it go?
Really?