Burnt memories

I love how warmly you covered up my wrongs. I love how you 

smiled at me. I love how you got angry at your little brother. I love how much

you loved yourself, your taste, your attire.

I loved it when you gave me the ring you wore for years. 

I love how its had the scent of you. I love how

 you never gave up on me. Even when everyone else did.
I love the way you understood me. 

Though there's no more of you now. Neither is anymore of myself.

 But the hollowness in my heart, and the tears that I shed. 

Nothing but the reminiscence of the burnt memories ahead. 

- Fa