What has left

There was a fire in the city.
The merciless flames of pure desire.
The flames of lies, the flames of secrets.

There was a fire in the city.
The flames of anger and denial.
The flames of love, the flames of hate.
The flames of jealousy and envy.

There was a fire in the city.
And nothing left.
There is no city. There is no life.
What’s left is ruins of the past.

What’s left is empty.
What’s left is hollow.
What’s left is just a shell.

There was a fire in the city.

There is no fire anymore.

There is only dust
and ashes of the past.