After The Fire

The smoke of Saturday has finally
cleared at last. Now the only things
left standing in the aftermath
are those pictures, those memoirs
of what took place the night before.

Yet that fire keeps on, refuses
to die down to the last flame.
It still burns on fervently as if
to say that this love was never
meant to end, never will.

After today, this love won't end.
It'll still remain aflame long after
the music has stopped playing,
long after we decided to call it
a day & stopped dancing.

We can't forget it. Even now,
this new chapter of history
which we wrote last night
refuses to be overlooked,
brushed aside.

This fire, no doubt, is
keeping on as it always must.
There is no denying
such a simple truth
as this. Love burns on still.