It's funny to think
that I spent so much
time crying over you.

Until the embers faded—
suffocated slowly from
lack of air instead of
stomped out as I told
you.

We sit at either end
of ashes now when you
have the time.

While I wait,
sometimes I swear I
can see my reflection
in them, showing
me a person that I
barely remember being.

They say the phoenix is reborn
from ash and fire, but I shed my plumage completely.