Your words burned

Your words burned.
“We need to talk” scorched,
“It’s not you” set my blood to seethe
and
all those words about finding yourself
were fiery nails through my heart.
One day I hope
a “maybe”, “perhaps another try”
will extinguish flames and salve again the steaming wounds.

other hemispheres

in my head in my heart in my hands
my words are heat
on the page on the screen
they fade to cool

take them in, breathe them in
the heat of the sun
of my head of my heart of my hands
will come to you
will heat you through