Can't

Oh girl

have some shame

your habits are still the same...

How can i let this go?

when the fire of

our "relationship"

is felt even in the 

ashes of love that remains.

all i am now is ash,

so fitting then you seek

to spread me hither and yarn

just to be rid of my stain

and to forget.

the air itself carries

memories and ghosts

all it takes is a thought

a smell

a color

a taste

and then the ash returns

seeking embers

seeking the warmth of someone

that is literally what ash is,

once it held heat, it held potential.

now is a dead thing in a dead world

cold and unusable.

waiting for a chance to be

warm again