I think there was too much of a pause between writing the first and second verse.
Maybe that pause broke the flow and led to the abrupt ending.

I feel like I’ve written a fragment of something longer here.
With time, maybe it could be acceptable.

Written at home.

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Three warm flames slowly dance
Providing light in open space
Scented footsteps soon approach
And lead to presence in a room

Outside the rain roars and weeps
Inside its suggestion deafens
Air stays dry and moves slow
Hoping for a small reprieve