Ice And Fire
She asked if she could read my palm.
by Charlie F. Kane
Intrigued, I told her it would be good to know.
She said the love line was strong,
But for us it was not too long.
So we cried in the rain for a while
To pretend it wasn’t like that at all.
We were like fire and ice, she said,
Bound to boil or drown each other eventually.
Then the day came when our sun set
We parted on a ‘So long, I wish you well’,
And only in a dream shall we be together again.
©Charlie F. Kane