The fire ceased to burn –
Doused with indifference
Drenched in disregard

I sifted through the fireplace
I lovingly built in your heart
Combed it for dying embers

I sifted through and through.
Hoping to find a flicker,
Hoping to blow upon it a whisper
And cover it with dried leaves and twigs.
Hoping  the flame grows taller,
And burn my anguish and grief.

I sifted more  and more.
There was nothing but ashes –
Ashes of guilt and regrets –
Ashes that the wind refuse to blow away.