all one can see
if they look in your eyes
is the dull back flicker
of a once growing flame
dulled by the heat of orange georgia
baked in the sun, crisp
as the wisps of smoke
sweetly reminiscent of when you were so young
a child, ruddy hair, freckles
reckless
bringing you back now
only the sound of a piggish girl's
wheezing laugh
but it isn't funny anymore,
just pathetic.