They arrive, they build it up stoking the emotions with their match
I swoon, I confess and then they suddenly dim down
They evacuate slowly, leaving scraps of hope to soften the blow
Then one day they’re gone!
They had reignited the fire that had once been burning furociously like a bushfire
All precautions had been taken to backburn the tumultuous emotions and keep them contained
To prevent the rapid damage, experienced one too many times before
Now the heart again is bare and smouldering like a burnt Victorian landscape
The blood cells speeding through, again, working tirelessly to rebuild their habitat
Hopefully rebuilding it to be stronger and sturdier, ready for the next possible catastrophe
They hope this will be the last. They hope they have learnt their lesson
Next time they’ll be prepared
Next time they won’t have to rebuild
Next time there will be no rapid bushfire
The landing strip was destroyed and it won’t be rebuilt
There will be no more.. Fly in, Fly outs!