Embers fly from where you stood,
As torches burn the morning wood.

The air was thick with smoke and debris,
Hard to breathe, not hard to see.

The sun up high now covered by mist,
As I walked through the smoldering pits.

Yet I hear you speak from afar,
I start yelling out to see where you are.

I hear your voice as I feel you’re close,
My mind was racing my heartbeat rose.

I reached out my hand to pull you near,
Though when I did you disappeared.

My...