Ashes in the Shape of Us

When hearts still believed in returns,
we met in the calm between two storms.
After a long cold, you smiled like spring,
and I gave you everything I used to have.

You blazed flames in homes you'd never sleep in,
made a home in my hollow chest.
Then I—
kept referring to it by your name,
leaving your spirit in each frame.

I burn now, ashes in the shape of us,
dust from a recollection.
This is the echo of a once-intentioned kiss;
no phoenix blooms from love like this.