A little mid-week poetry

Firelight casts an
Orange glow on your face
The ash by my feet
Bears yesterday's news
I watch it
Flare red at the edges
And curl into nothingness
I shake my head
And raise my palm
Without a word
You rise and walk
Into the dark
As if we never were

1 comment:

Craig Miyamoto said...

Intriguing. It leaves me with questions, questions, questions.