Love

 

 What’s left of an old flame?

A plant bought again, taken care of.

In the air, lingering that name

That used to mean love.

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A thought if those letters still exist

After those days when first got kissed

In the air, lingering that name

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A memory of lyrics that said goodbye

For hesitation’s squander

 

In the air, lingering that name

That did not want to try

Then any longer

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A flashback of palms’ incidental contact

A remembrance concrete or abstract?

In the air, lingering that name

 

What’s left of an old flame?

Raspberries planted and taken care of

In the air, lingering that name

That used to mean love