without a trace

March 17, 2010
Tonight I watched my life
go up in flames
Crackling and crinkling
under the heat.
The flames danced in my eyes
and I smiled.
The fire sizzled when
a tear drop fell from my chin.
The pile of flames grew
and lit up my hands
on this moonless night.
Shriveling down
my life became nothing more
than a pile of ashes.
Darkness again subsided
and the warmth disappeared.
A brisk wind picked up
and blew me into the sky.
As quietly as I entered,
I left.
Like the flames and the smoke
and the ashes
I am gone without a trace.

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