Hidden nostalgia surfaces without warning
 Memories of film engaged in the mind
  A spark to the flame ignites in a moment
   And lamented thoughts prove cruel and unkind

A word uttered in an amiable tone
 Suggestive and playful; yet harmless
  Fuel the flames which refuse to die out
   In one word that was effectively careless

Dream that the heart was unable to burn
 Then when the flames flicker slight
  Stand tall, lone, and free from pain 
   Instead they cause one to lie burnt throught the night

Falling at the faintest quiver
 But who can leave a fire
  Unattended. It breeds and consumes
   The natural torment that is desire

Yearning for what could have been
 The flames suffocate an arsonist
  Even when they are forced under control
   Remain immobilized in a smoking mist

And to stay tableau in a frame
 Whilst the impending heat one can not bear
  If one is not killed by these severe burns
   They shall suffocate from the consequential despair