The air that I found distinguished the embers
of all the fires that you started with your flame
What should have been purifying became riddled with gasoline
as we watched our world burn with anger and misunderstanding
You were fire, I was water, and I learned too late
that my buckets were not full enough to hold your fire
As I laid defeated and scorched, drowning in my own element
I found my breath, the air that saved me.
His air became uplifting
my world suddenly revived and illuminated
chiming with reminder that the purity that once rippled through me
could again overcome me.
I am water and your flames do not threaten me any longer.