Sometimes the Sun Looks Like It’s on Fire

That last day in April,
You will remember the fire that was in my eyes, dancing
But then you were the water carelessly extinguishing it.
That last day in the cold of April
You will look at the hearth and think of me
And your efforts to make a fire out of it
Will flood you with my memories when the last spark is dying out.
You will remember the night sky,
The stars in my eyes.

Sometimes the sun looks like it’s on fire.
So did my heart, when it loved you.