Writers 
LOVE'S DISAPPOINTED SPARK
Love arrived like a spark,
small but bright,
lighting corners
I thought were dark.
I watched it grow,
fed it with hope,
with promises,
with dreams
I was afraid to name.
You held my hand
like you meant to stay,
and I believed
every word
your lips gave away.
My heart became a home,
and I gave you the key,
never imagining
you would leave
without looking back at me.
Then something changed.
The warmth became distance,
the laughter became silence,
and your eyes
stopped searching for mine.
The spark burned,
but it no longer felt
like sunlight.
It felt like a candle
fighting against the wind.
I asked love
why it had to hurt
after making me believe
it could heal.
Love answered,
saying sometimes
the sweetest beginning
can carry
the bitterest ending.
I was disappointed,
not because I loved,
but because I thought
love would choose me
the way I chose it.
I thought forever
was a promise,
not a word
that could disappear
with morning.
Still, I will not hate
the spark that once warmed me.
Even broken light
can teach the heart
how darkness feels.
Perhaps someday,
another spark will come,
not burning,
but glowing gently,
steady enough to stay.
And when it does,
I will love again,
but this time
with wisdom beside my heart,
knowing that love
is not only the fire,
but also the hands
willing to protect its flame.
