Do you know the smell of a warm blazing fire

From beneath as it wafts up to your nose 

Sizzling what seems to be all of your nerves? 

The charcoals scream in a last ditch effort

To escape the ruthless flames

Shards of paper, cardboard, and hickory wood sift up into the sky 

Creating a visible engulfing smoke sensation

I find it rather easy to get lost in the force of fire

It’s creative, comfortable, and affectionate

It draws in eyes from around as its movements are rather unpredictable 

But nonetheless amiable

She was my fire

She burned my heart, lungs, and battered soul

I had to watch as her beauty couldn’t be denied

She played me as her fool 

But I couldn’t walk away

Her torching personality of ambition and confidence

Created an experience that demanded my attention 

In the final days, her spark had dwindled down 

She was fumes instead of flames

Irritating, suffocating, and harsh 

She no longer possessed the kindled love

Our time had come to an end

The coals, embers, and burned hickory wood 

Felt cool to touch

The remaining inferno was purposely doused

And her remnants took to the sky 

The smoke more powerful than ever

As she said her last goodbye