Fire

Fully Consumed

You may not remember
I was on fire
When we met.

Flames leapt from my hair
And I was fully consumed.

You looked at me

Smiling

Not comprehending
My desperate state.

It was embarrassing

To be in such alarming
Condition.

I should have apologized

But it seemed
My throat had become
A smokestack
And I was incapable
Of uttering a word.

I have not seen you

In a long while.

But, I am still

A smoldering ruin.