I hope the letters I wrote you

spontaneously combust.

I hope they engulf your house with flames

like the way, you set a fire in me.

And when you're sad that you've

lost everything and all you have left

are the ashes and soot,

I hope you know you've lost me too.

And all you'll have left are the memories

of me that you'll never forget.

I want you to feel the heat of the fire

as it brushes up against your skin as you try

to escape, because of the warmth of the fire

against your cheeks are the same warmth

you felt when I kissed your cheeks on a Summer's day.