A callous wind fans the flames on this funeral pyre of unopened letters.
The pitiful plumes of black, choking smoke,
causing my eyes to tear up, as I witness words that meant everything to me, disappear into a lonely grey sky.
A song bird sings a sad lament, as weeping willows bow their heavy heads. A magpies mocking sermon shrieks from his hidden pulpit.
My heart sinks at thoughts of what could have been, as I watch the last few words fade among the dying embers. My words are dust now, ashes are all that remain of a love unrealised – my heart is an urn, carrying them always.