Dying Fire

The clock struck twelve
And the world rejoiced;
In that one moment, 
I bid you goodbye. 

For two long winters, I held on tight
Three summers; blissful and light
I knew it would end; one day, one night, 
Though I held on with all my might. 

As autumn fled, the fiery blaze
Dimmed its light, retained its warmth. 
I brought the firewood, you brought yourself;
With you, came the cold, hard winds. 

With my empty lighter and broken matchsticks
I tried to breathe life, though you were long gone. 
I never understood why you left me hanging;
I gathered the embers all on my own.

I no longer carry wood to a dead pyre. 
I tried my best, now I'm letting go. 
You know who you are; I pass you the lighter;
It's up to you now to rekindle the fire.