Icarus

In my version of the story
I am the Sun
glorious, predictable
a routine you rushed to worship.

For so long, I blamed myself
for your fiery fall

you flew too close

I watched all that we had dreamed of sharing
instantly incinerated - ashes on the breeze
as the weak waxen remnants of your promises
fell to the sea.

A shame that the flames
I felt inside
were stronger than your feathers.