Her whole family safely escaped the burning house. For now.
He fell to his knees and they cracked under his weight.
Above him the sky burned on.
The last time I saw her, she had fire in her eyes.
That’ll teach her to play with matches!
As his lips traced the softness of her neck, he whispered to her kindred soul, a fire was lit. Such incandescence, the winter cold had no hope, the wind was useless, outlasted by a simple love, a love so speechless.
When first married, passion’s fire so hot, never the lovemaking did you scrimp.
Twenty years later, the embers are cold, and poker limp.