.assemblage of pieces.

vague words float
f l o a t i n g
an assemblage of pieces once paired into ribbons
in my tired head
where then did the passion go she said
holding her face between her cold hands
it’s a ghost waltz through my heart

full lips moving in an almost premeditated way
my heart beats for such a burst
of passion painted prose

subtle hints of recognition
or, maybe that was apprehension
what an epiphany it is to realize;
nothing lasts forever
negativity clouds the once unrealistic mind:
why last at all

fire, after all, burns
and burning
only disintegrates flesh
never healing
that kind of love
is a sure death.