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Here with heavy hands. 

The girl looks and stares,

this is a first time

seeing her this way

all quietly defeated. 

I know she’s begging to ask,

are you going to 

jumpstart things?

Unlike, the time last

her fiery eyes

have been 

all but extinguished. 

Make no mistake,

even in this current condition

the girl commands my attention. 

For I know,

unlike no one else

there are forever embers

burning somewhere within her. 

It’ll take more than

a string of my fancy words

to pull-start her engine,

this, I’m acutely aware of. 

Still, she’s too tired 

to look or examine 

exactly why her light is out. 

Perhaps,

this isn’t her hour

or God forbid, her season. 

She asks, 

are you going to fix this?

I respond,

just as I’ve always done,

I am in love. 

For an instant 

she instantly lites up,

for just a flicker,

I swear 

and now it’s gone.  

I’m sorry

because I’m unsure 

what is the exact cause. 

Perhaps,

everything is gone. 

That fire does not matter,

you’re still the girl

here today,

we both understand 

there are no pretty answers

we’ll just take 

and accept things,

as they naturally come.