A Fire Poem by Evelyn Norcott

It's easier to rekindle a fire
When the embers are still burning, and he knew
So was it cruel or beautiful that he'd return so soon?
Is it beautiful now that the leaves have faded back to colour
Like spring has emerged from around the corner?
He is here to listen, to sort through my muddled head;
And yet I am tired of being dependant on a friend.
Why did he leave? I know I should not be asking
But my heart is yearning for what I thought I knew -
So was it cruel or beautiful that he'd return so soon?