Hot Coals

 the embers

of us 

no longer 

keep me warm

But they still

set fire

to everything

they touch

You are still here; still in everything. These memories of you are coiled around my lungs and i can't stop them from twisting their way around everything else; from making it hard to take a breath.

i guess what i'm saying is, the past is still toying with the future.i don't know how to love something else without letting you go, and these bones are too stubborn to do anything but squeeze. These embers still know only of flames.