The Initiation

Don’t hold me down

when trouble comes again.

Don’t try to save

what was always meant to happen.

Don’t charm me

with your magical love —

it won’t be enough fi

re to keep me warm.

It’s in your voice 

that I may fall once more,

drifting into that familiar spell

called love.

The fault was never in our words;

it was the distance 

that dimmed our meaning.

Love faded quietly, 

like sunlight slipping through clouds — 

and only the sun

remembers how to rise above.