Burning Icarus

I burned our love letters last night

Our song playing repeat in my head

It sounded like a funeral dirge

Orbits cockeyed and slowed, gravity waning

Like two lullaby murdered blue jays

Tumbling from tangerine scented clouds

Fettered to cute, tiny pink and red ribbons

That were strangling our necks

Millions of molten, burned out wings

Like ours, lie shoveled under chunks of dirt

Buried with dogs, melted wax, and locks of hair

That once tickled the armpits of peculiar angels

Now forgotten and broken and unable to fly

The Icarus in me wants to patch them up

So that I can watch them glow like fireflies

Launch a final flight with outstretched hands

And an unyielding yearning to touch the sky