Burn

You are now a distant memory,

I visit once in a while,

Out of sheer curiosity,

To see whether it would hurt as much as before,

Would the pain be excruciatingly blinding,

Or would it would be like a dull ache,

Throbbing enough to make it's existence known,

And once in a while,

I dare myself to fall for you,

To see whether I can get out of it alive,

Or would I be burned like before.