Burning

I look to you for freedom, for release that you cannot offer, for you possess it not. Yet it seeks you, and I seek you in this ashen mist of memory. Plumes of bitter smoke begin to course from our pyre, consuming our passion as our passion once consumed us. I glimpse your flesh through the smokescreen. I yearn for the heat of your body not the heat of this conflagration. I hear your loving laughter in the distance of memory as my heart turns to ashes.