Remember those letters you wrote me?
the ones that spoke of your love,
Remember the poem you wrote me?
Words spun in gold,
our love abiding.
Remember the promises?
the stolen kisses, the lingering hugs?
Photographs of our young faces?
I see them all,
I watch as they thud on the ground,
I hear as they wail,
And I glimpse,
as our love sparks, ignites,
as burning embers and settles beneath my heel.