We basked in the warmth of the Bonfire.
Commitment engraved in the woods.
Carefully chosen from the thicket of trust.
The fire of expectations burnt bright and strong, but too harsh for the woods.
For they were rigid from outside yet frail in the core.
Slowly morphing into ashes of doubts,
wind of insecurities made the intertwined sweaty fingers shiver.
Mighty fire's feeble dance to the haunted rhythms of the eerie heart rose the uncanny voices in minds.
Darkness fell, air howled and the moon sighed while the fidgety hearts walked down the fork in gloom.
Alone.