Tell me,
Did you feel the sting
Of flames licking your lips?
Perhaps, it was ash
You tasted on your tongue
When you burned the letters
That you couldn't stand to look at.
Were you scared
Of the beasts
That might escape
From that flimsy, little envelope?
Or maybe it was your heart
You did not trust,
So, rather than
Swallowing your own feelings
And choke on them,
You let flames
Embrace her words.
Maybe it was better though,
To have a warm death
Than to be left shivering
In the cold drawer
Of your mahogany table,
Forgotten in time.
At least now,
They'll live forever
In your memory,
Lurking in the 'what-ifs'
Of your life.
