Amber and Orange

by starlight


past crumpled pictures are folded away

into the dresser under
wrinkles angled into shirts
worn-out patterns of prints

worn out,
the water pours down
into the drain
washing away,
the black ink that stained my hands
from trying to draw memories

the sad smells
of the wood burning
amber and orange
the melancholy movements
it displays

Ashy dust kissing the carpet
the soft cracks of broken logs
lulling me to sleep