“Hell Fire”

I never got to meet you.
You with a number of lives
I couldn’t ever dream
of reaching.
Ancient and knowing,
otherworldly you.
What things you’ve seen.
What moments you created.
How many lives you touched.
So many red strings tied to you.
The threads stretching,
and tangling,
and tying us all together.
Though we have never met.

And God knows
I wanted to
badly.
Four years ago, in the spring
just like now,
I had been close.
Though life had other plans.
Your home wasn’t home then,
and me,
miles away with no ticket
only a pen.

The world said no
to us.
Though my heart
screamed
yes, yes, yes.

Those spires so high
you kissed the sky.
Now wrapped in holy fire
and me, trapped,
watching you burn
at the pyre.

The fire ate me too.
Even never meeting you.
Why this way God?
Did you ask him too?
Oh, Notre Dame
To the next life, anew
I will one day
stand right next to you.