Slow Burn

Burning holes  
In every photo  
And sweater that still smells like you  
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips  
That pick at my cracked lips  
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets  
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away  
With arms around you  
Skin to skin  
But seeming oceans away  
Where I was left to drown  
While you swam to her
Tragic-
That this is where it ends
Submerging lower  
Into water that feels like fire  
Gasping for one final breath  
Only to be filled with smoke  
Leaving me singed
My face turning blue  
Reaching for you  
As you disappear  
In a violent and slow burn