Burning Photographs

Suddenly the wind whistles my name,
again, as it has done before we met.
Suddenly I don't need you anymore,
there's no fire within my soul.
You've extinguished our flames,
you've simply made it fly away.
But I can still see your smiling face,
between all your hidden fakes.
And watching burning photographs,
of our dreams, beneath dark clouds
relieves my soul.
Suddenly I know, I'm taking control.