I had only ever seen your sooty side,
Cold, coal-black and abrasive, it
rubbed off,
and we thus remained inert, too close
for chemistry.
Then, months later, I saw you burn.
Your blaze of glory
Was everything I thought it could be.
You gave. You spent yourself. You
were uplifting,
Inspiring, gratifying, and mediocre.
I had two reasons to cry, and I might
have,
If they weren't so different as we are
the same.
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