Wildfire

I wrote you poems calling them whispers of love but I realized they were letters to a lost cause at best

no love can exist within your atmosphere

not with a climate that harsh and blatantly so

you burn it up, breathing in the smoke like a drug on the list of substances you abuse like you did me

but the blame is mine to share here

I wanted a love I can't get back, one my heart thought we could replicate

finally, this straw is the last

the puzzle pieces have clicked into place

the bridges burned to ash will fertilize new growth below

and bury your memory in the ground beneath them