A Flame I Thought Existed Poem by Sharon Namwalizi

He was kind—he is.
I got lost in his genuine smile,
forgot the miles we must run
to find the one.

There's a sparkle in his eyes,
like ice in the sun.
I fail to look away,
consumed by thoughts—
what if he is the one?

I tricked myself into living a lie,
where endless laughter
and joy echoed.
Moments painted in my dreams,
but I respect his happiness.

The day I learned
he'd found his missing piece,
the world I built began to fade.
A place once warm,
now sets my cheeks ablaze
and stirs a storm.

Yet, it all makes sense now.
He was reserved,
a trait I always admired.
A heart of gold,
no games or lies—just untainted joy.