Brown Pages

Lost loves remembered from pages turned brown They read like letters from scattered debris I tear them from love's book to be thrown down To build their funeral pyre for me These yesterdays I have folded in time To cast in the flames where memories cry Colored smoke floats upon the air to climb I can see them rise in an endless sky They leave worthless emotions of fool's gold With its dung rich charcoal and flames which weep These timeless memories will burn until cold Then fade into ashes so I can sleep Thrown in the blazing flames of yesterday I watch each love lost, burn slowly away 5/8/21