Spark Revisited

[I wrote a poem called 'spark' a while back, and have decided that some some things have changed in my life, and the poem has to as well. Thank you x]

{I up the tiny spitting spark of our love in my hands,
Shielding it from the bitter winds of distance,
I will do everything to keep it alight,}
I will do everything to keep it burning to brightly
Glittering and shimmering and spitting out fragments of laughter
But my hands are small
They won't do much good when the rain begins to fall
I need you
With your soft, cold hands,
I need you to shelter it,
I need you to let the rain run off down your arms,
Keep it dry,
Keep it safe

But I can feel the spark fading,
I can feel you taking your hands away,
Even thought I don't want to look.
I know that you don't understand,
But I can't feel it's heat so much any more
It isn't fizzing like it used to,
It seems duller and greyer than before

All I need is for you to care
Think about me
Think about our tiny little flame,
So pretty, so bright, so perfect
Think about it.
See it.
I want you to think wether you want the spark anymore

If you want to go and shelter from the storm, I will understand
I will dust the ash off my hands, and walk away
I will not be bitter,
I will just think of you fondly when I see the dark spots
That are burnt into my palms.

All I want is for you to see

It's all I want.