Embers

One is filled with bright colors,
orange and yellow and white
alive with the hot burning excitement
of an optimist at its core.

The other is a bit more sinister
when you look inside,
bright orange on the outside
but black as black can be on the inside
raging with all the danger and darkness
of a pessimist.

He is the first one,
while she claims the second.
He is bright and alive with a burning hope
while she simmers quietly with her reservations.
The could both burn and simmer with the best of them.
She was quicker to ignite than he was,
but he always burned hotter than she did.

Even though they did not quite burn the same,
they always burned together.
Smoldering into a flame unlike any other,
alive with all the color.

Separately, they were adequate.

But how beautiful it was to watch
the embers
burn together into
one incredible flame.