Charred Memories

A candle in my hand and thoughts on my mind
I sit in solitude, ready to rewind

Turning the pages of this diary, unraveling my outer rind
Where lies my solace and I shall find

Your name etched in ink, on the sheet stays bind
Ready to pull out and unwind

Up in the air I smell them last, for now nothing they will remind
Neither your name nor your face or its kind

A candle in my hand and thoughts on my mind
I burn your memories and leave them behind