In Flames, Act 3: The Fire Dies Poem by Dyhanara Rios

The next Friday, I decided to face
How I could leave this hell-ridden place;
It was time I apologized.
I was waiting outside your door,
Afraid of what outcome was in store;
For the first time, I was paralyzed.

I waited,
And waited…
And I hated
This newfound nervousness
But if I did this right,
I would get
Your forgiveness
And maybe you’d forget
This fire ever burning.
Oh, my stomach was churning…

And just when I was about to leave,
You finally came to the door
To find me standing outside in a bore.

And you gave me a minute of time
To give an apologetic speech of mine.
And you forgave me this second time!
I am so grateful to call you mine.

And you…took my breath away
Even when we burned in flames.

Water under the bridge
Doused the fire out.
I could forgive myself now;
We would return to normal somehow.

The tragedy is over,
But the play isn’t done;
No, it has just begun…