Your words used to ignite me
burning their way into my soul,
my catechism of hope
when you wrote them from your heart.

On your pages you
stoked my desire,
soothed my raw patches
and fed my numberless needs.

Now the fire is gone from your poems,
clouds of choking smoke hover,
only a vague resemblances remaining
as you write them from your head.

© november child
in response to Mindlovermisery’s Menagerie  Photo Challenge #124
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