Rekindled Flame: A Poem on Second Chances and Love Rediscovered

Some flames don't go out; they just wait for the right moment to catch fire again. Looking back at this memory today and realizing that love can feel both familiar and brand new all at once. ☕️✨

A rekindled flame, blazing brighter than before.

❤️Rekindled: The Geometry of a Second Chance

The café was a blur of static, A low hum of voices I didn’t know, Until the air turned cinematic— And the world began to slow.

There he stood, leaning against the light, With that grin I used to trace in my sleep. A spark ignited, sudden and bright, A promise I thought I couldn't keep.

The months of silence simply thinned, Like mist before a rising sun. I felt the rush of the "us" we pinned Before the thread had been undone.

It wasn’t just the ghost of "then," Or nostalgia playing a familiar part; It was the flame catching breath again— The steady, brand-new beating of my heart.