June 20,1998 Poem by Shawn Marie Edmiston

I was afraid,
No, I knew
This would happen
Eventually.
I tried to warn you with
Bells and whistles and
Bright neon signs flashing
in your face.
But you didn't care, or
Maybe didn't believe,
But I knew that the day
Would come that my wick
Would burn to the metal
The flame would die, and
There would be nothing left
To light again.
You turned your back on
The flickering out
Even contributed to the
Burning down,
Countless times
Fanning the fire.
It once was bright and hot
And beautiful,
But left unattended,
It just
Went out.