The flames reach out from the burning odes
Set afire and with indifference, fueled  and feasting on her rejection
The smoke bellows into shapes of the fading memories risen from the ink that painted them .
A lifetime of affection hopes and dreams , and sorrows, dissipating into the air , hours and hours of unappreciated heartfelt expressions
Reduced to nothing more than ashes , that are now remnant traces of a broken heart , that was once mine.
Tears aren't enough to douse the flames , just as futile as the letters themselves .
Unable to hold on to her heart ,and growing still are now smoke filled moments .
As the fire burns , I can no longer separate the happy from the sad .
So I just watch the fire burn