Melting point

I dreamt of you again 
Your cameo was great, it’s only when my eyes open the nightmare begins 
Or continues rather, these recurring patterns would be bearable if only you were here. 
Well I say that, but there’s always an issue,
I guess I’m just saying I miss you. 

You’re a bonfire and I’m made of wax. 
My very essence trickles down to the floor as I approach you, I know I won’t be around much longer if I continue this, but I can’t help but yearn for your warmth. 
So here I am, a puddle on the ground; if you aren’t the flame maybe you’ll slip on what I once was, that’s the only way you’ll fall for me. 
But I know you’ll just wipe me off, after all why would you parade a mistake, an inconvenience, a general nuisance that surely ruined your day? 
So I’ll remain here in my newfound liquid existence, waiting for the sun to dry me up. 
As I evaporate from the pavement and my particles return to the grand canvas we call the sky perhaps I’ll be at peace. 
Or perhaps nothing will change; another state of matter still in a state of delusion.