Afterglow

Do we continue to bask in the afterglow
Long after we know it’s over and done
Do we need someone to light it up
To burn it up again inside
Until there’s nothing left to hide
No pride, no flickers lingering
Of someone come and gone
How long do we bask in the memory
A glance, a chance,
The thought of one more dance
For the reason of pure connection
Or simply that of quick reflection
A drive to feel part of the human fabric
Interwoven and intertwined
Or is that we’re driven blind
Toward the rays of something that was warm
But once we get there it’s just shimmering snow
How long do we flow with the afterglow?