The End of It

I wish I could be mad at you.
For letting me set myself on fire to keep you warm.
For simply standing so close,
Silently absorbing the intense heat that radiates from my love.

I cant.

I emerged from our ashes brand new.
With startling focus.

And I truth, I must apologize in advance,
For I think in time you will realize
I've left you quite cold and a bit dusty.

You see, fires that are not tended to, burn out.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I emerged from our ashes brand new.
With startling focus."
A good poem with some good lines. Bravo......

[larryb]

Clever poem flows well and I get it..nice job Rosey

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"You see, fires that are not tended to, burn out."
Nice flow of thoughts led to the perfect ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote