I can't help but gaze at the radiant sun.

The way it blazes, like that of your eyes.

The way it brightens all in it's view, like your smile.

The way it burns harshly, like how you seared my heart when you left.

This sets off a spark in me.

It starts a wildfire of flashbacks.

When you kept close to me, my passion for you boiled over.

When I was frozen and lonesome, you were like a perfect "summer's day".

When I told her all about you,

Wait.

The realisation pierced me like a red and dire arrow.

I never got to explain who she was.

Bringing me out of my thoughts, you came in.

Seeing you was like seeing a spectre.

No, an angelic being, bringing me to Heaven in hopes of redemption for what I did.

Like the aftermath of a wildfire, the past was charred.

And like the remains of one, we regrow our love, resting with each other on the warm sand.