just like that

[mirandasolms]

Here I am in October,
a month forever burned into my infrastructure
another fire fighter,
wise, smart, discerning
trying keep my heart simmering
He searches for me in the dark,
with a flashlight and finds me hiding in corners
He beckons me into his arms and
kisses me on the forehead.
I feel lucky and scared,
hopeful and hopeless.
He's smarter than me and that is
disconcerting.
I have to wonder, am I burning?
Am I a smoldering muck fire?
Am I a five alarm car accident?
Do I look like I need to be rescued?