Burned

I see your figure from across the valley Head down as a sign of defeat Hands clenched on the times you were happy, body sweating from the intense heat The flames are now high as your knee caps Their movements now reflect in your eyes Still easy to see from this distance That it takes all you have not to cry I could send you my voice on the breezes But my throat is determined to choke I'm not sure if it is stuck on emotions or smothered from all this smoke You yell out that I should just leave you that you will be better once you are alone This fire will fight away this dark winter that threatens to freeze all your bones But the cold is not the reason I'm worried nor the clouds that are heavy with the rain It's the fact that you would rather be burning than admit to the world you're in pain and the hurt that will come when you realise once the ashes the flames have been turned and that there's no warmth in a fire born solely from all the bridges you've burned...