The warmth of the fire,
The glow of the flames.
The crackle of the sticks,
Like they’re calling my name.
The stary night sky,
So far above.
Sets a nice mood,
For an evening of love.
I grab my favorite blanket,
Lay it out on the sand.
Invite him to sit,
Then reach for his hand.
Expecting a spark,
I feel a bit foolish.
For nothing was there,
Leaving me to rethink my wish.
I let go of his hand,
Look him in the eye.
No words are needed,
I softly begin to cry.
He stands to leave,
No apology offered.
I bury my head in my hands,
The night’s tone now altered.