Ashes Remain

                                                  My love, why did you notice

                                                            that I was there,

                                                  Why not pretend

                                                            you did not care,

                                                  As the sun at the sea

                                                             pleasantness brings,

                                                  Through the magnifying glass

                                                             burns a hole

                                                                  through the leaf,

                                                  Your attention

                                                             has withered,

                                                                 what once

                                                                      had glittered,

                                                   And now,

                                                             my love,

                                                                  ashes remain.

                                                                       s.k. lindeman