Former flames

My former lover was in my childhood home kitchen with me. He had taken ther door off of the oven and was frying some strange kind of food in the base of it. I was disturbed by this. I asked why wouldn't he simply use a frying pan but he looked at me as if I was testing him and that this was the way it is to be done. I became upset and left the room and went into the diningroom. There he had covered the windows and placed candles that had been smothered by the newspaper which had started to catch on fire and cinders were floating about creating a slight fire hazard. This enufriated me and I screamed at him as if he was crazy doing such things and that he could burn the house down. He came to inspect the danger but all of the flames had nearly died out so before he could see that the danger - although real - was over, I started to fan th flames so that they appeared to be "alive".

I caught myself wanting to clean out the oven and replace the door and as I started to do that I stopped myself and said to myself. Let it be. and moved on.

Very telling imagery about how I have tried to keep the flames of this former love affair alive, and that maybe I am finally resolving myself to "let it be"