Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Fire

Watching the fire,
i see all my problems burn.
It doesn't take long before they are reduced to ashes,
the red hot coals pulsing as they cry out one last time.
Once the warmth of their presence dissapears,
the chill of their memory will continue to haunt me.
Walking away,
i know i'm no warmer than before.
If anything,
memories are colder than the real thing.

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