A piece of charcoal

I really don't know why I did it, now I regretted doing it.
Just after I left my friends at the train station, I had the urge to call up "Her",
and stupidly enough, that's just what I did.

Hearing her voice is so fresh, it's because I haven heard from her for quite awhile.
I don't know how will she react if she sees these posts, and hopefully she won't see it.

My feelings are like a piece of charcoal that is still burning within, any wind that come might just burn up the whole charcoal.

Calling her was a strong wind for the flames.