Ignitor

As the flames died out
And every coal thrown away
I watched hope run
Leaving nothing but disarray
Embraced the cold chill
For I knew it would last
To define my being
Through my present and past
Skeptical, cynical
Such jaded eyes
When I saw you, my ignitor
Without a doubt, my prize
I must be in over my head
Only a few days have passed
Now I just find myself smiling
Stripped of the dead hand of the past