After the Fire

In the heat of the moment

passion erupts—

fueled by something ancient and reckless,

a spark dragged from the dark corners of the soul.

Flames claw toward the sky,

ravenous and merciless.

They swallow reason whole,

choke the quiet voice of restraint,

and feast on every fragile boundary

ever meant to keep us safe.

Nothing survives the blaze.

Not logic.

Not innocence.

Not the fragile illusion

that we were ever in control.

And when the inferno finally collapses

under the weight of its own hunger,

there is no triumph—

only the smoldering ruin of what once was.

The smoke clears slowly…

revealing scorched memories,

twisted remnants of trust,

and the unbearable silence

where something sacred used to live.

All that remains

is the hollow ache of knowing

we lit the match ourselves—

and the cold, grey ashes

of regret

still clinging

to our hands

~S~