flames

(another one word thing-though this is more of a song than a poem)

up in flames
go the days
of my me-mory,
hazy beyond my belief

and as they walk on by
i do sit aside and try
to remember what
the fire couldn't reach

all the things that i know
they were buried in snow,
that's what stopped them
when the heat all came around

but now that they've all skipped town
i have miles and miles surround
the flames they will no longer burn me down