As I sat on the stump, I wondered.
Where did all the animals go?
The scene is somewhat deceiving,
somewhat vague.
There's dust in the air
and fire in the mountains.
I can't see the burning trees,
just the glow from the fire.
This stump was spared
for it had no contact with other trees.
The warmth from the fire
chills my nerves.
Now that I'm surrounded
by the warm dust in the air,
I feel nothing.
No more running in fear
or resting with anxiety.
It's finally time for me to stop.
The dust in the air
is getting very thick.
Breathing somewhat hurts,
but I love it.
This is what it feels like,
realizing that I will not be with her.
The dust in the air
settles to reveal that painful truth.
I let everything burn.