I used the sparks of my love for you
and fanned them into a pyre
on which I placed the memories of us laughing,
the sound of your voice,
the feel of your calloused fingers on the back
of my neck,
and watched them all go up in flames,
wondering if I should throw myself in, too,
because the taint of your touch was
all over my skin
and the weight of your memories
heavy in my heart.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.