Fire

Dear Reader,

Here's some more sad poetry. Hope you get depressed. That's what is supposed to happen.

Cheers,

The Poet

Fire

I came across the letters today.
I remember my resolve to burn them
One by one, and watch as they glowed
With the fire we once had: you and I.

I hold them in my hands. Fragile
paper is but a poor substitute
For warm, living fingers.
Which road will I take this time?

I finally yield to Temptation,
And open a carefully folded note.
The trembling paper swims with words.
I dread the reaction they’ll evoke.

Terrified I am: of grief, of wild pain,
and numbness, the worst of the three.
I wait with breath suspended.
Nothing happens, the final release.

Something possesses me, I am lit
By Fire. The words stop their dance,
The paper ceases to tremble with memories.
I hold it high, and cast the silent witness into fire.


I do burn them: one by one.