Fire

Years burn holes

into clothes, branding

age-spots into skin,

licking skeletal tinder.

Even minds catch

slowly, reduced to less

than air. All of us

eaten by flames

invisible to the naked eye

that melts

faster than butter

at the crematorium.

Then beyond us, time

ignites the horizon,

sky charred to ever-

lasting ash, sparks

of our expired passions

frozen into stars.