Ashes

It was cold, the altar,

Colder, when I laid

My eyes on the letter.

Made of words, 

That cut my heart, 

Into millions.

And turned me,

To ashes.

"I'm not ready." It said,

The three words, 

That altered everything.

"Too early", it said.

You forgot everything,

The laughs, the cries,

The walks, the runs, 

The rises, the sets,

Your words have turned,

Your love,

To ashes.

Without you,

Where's the air?

Where's life?

You gave me everything,

Snatched them away,

Did they mean nothing?

You saved yourself,

But killed me,

And turned our past,

To ashes.

I stood there, with your note,

In my cold hands,

While my tears wet the ink,

Into blue spots of misery,

And screams prevailed,

Within the confines, of my soul,

The same soul, 

You turned,

To ashes.

But your words taught me,

To find new air,

To find a new life,

When every star is conspiring,

Against me,

When my greatest treasure,

Abandons me.

I learned to move on,

To forget you,

To not love you,

When I burnt your letter,

And to my eyes,

You turned,

To ashes.