THE FIRE IS GONE...

   
Where a fire once burned
nothing is left but spiraling smoke
and charred memories fading
with the waning of the frighten heat
chasing after the thinning smoke.

The singed lips of my heart---blistered
with the watered pain of lost love
feverously struggle to utter the asinine
question:  why?
Knowing very well the fool’s answer:
If you play with fire, you’ll get burned!

Shivering from the dept I have sunken---
diving into the black hole of mind, I search
the darkness of vanity to forgive myself
for failing to gather the kindling
To fuel the dying love that once was.

Bitter ashes now languish; their stillness
anchored by falling, tamarind tears.