Fire and Ash

With every tear that falls another part of me breaks and turns to ash. Ash because every glorious, passionate fire fades away and turns to ash. The smoke clears and all are left are crumbling ashes soon blown away by the wind. And the miraculous fire that once consumed everything goes away. I am the ashes left over and soon scattered on the breeze, and you are the once glorious flame that ignited my every being. The end result? You will burn brightly again, but I...I will continue to drift haphazardly on the wind with no purpose and no use. Left to float among the sky and wait for you to ignite again so that, if only for a moment, I could feel your warmth again and remember what it was like to burn so passionately with you.