Through the trees
bonfire bright
did you see the flames
Log upon log
tinder and my tender heart
waiting watching
The flames flame then
die wood
becomes embers
stirred by branched memories
Lights at tunnels end
leading to conclusions
that do not fruit
Sunrise slithers
among the smoke
choking the last glow
of you and me
leaving the residue
of tearless goodbyes.
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