The Spark

I can’t taste nearly enough of sunlit days
lit, lightly, barely shining through the haze
so move slowly, lest she run for fear
because love is war, and mistakes have a higher fee

so set your anger towards the sun
that it might burn away
and when sharp-edged words come
be sure, my heart, to hold your tongue
for tenderness is the surest path
to relight the spark that was