Ash and Flame

Sometimes every word blurs
Even your own words look awkward;
You just stare at them blank;
They also look at you in silence....
A bottomless, speechless silence

Every picture--which used to be deep and meaningful;
---becomes an empty vase
No one could love someone years after years..
Face changes; so does the emotions;
Does the flame remain?
Does it not become ash?

Lexington, KY