And About 3 O'Clock

you watched the photos recoil from the fire's touch how they continued to smile as the flames ate their moments only a certain lostness present in the eyes gave an inkling as to how they felt the words of love screaming as they were devoured the fire licking its lips munching its way through thought scattering now the ashes of us across the roses as crows tormented a sky the fire almost invisible in the sun the past eaten by the greedy flames the day unconcerned with such goings on continued to be sunny and about 3 o'clock