All those yellowed envelopes, all your words now engraved deep within my heart, your messy scrawling handwriting saying about your days spent in the most coldest place on this earth which felt colder without me you said. and how sunset reminded you of me, (why fading things always reminded you of me?) Your loneliness and your endless complaints on obvious things so loud on these thin papers, your agony and your yearning for your home and for me are now burning in bluish yellow flame. The flames trying to reach higher and higher, but dies as the paper crumbles and turns to ashes, like you did years ago on that snowy evening. You were gone just like that, a flame engulfing you leaving nothing but ashes and bones, I collect your only reminisce with my tear stained face and trembling hands, I do the same with your words, I burn them, I burn them from my mind and from my heart till the flame eats all of you and your story.