This pen
The [bad word] blade
The power of
Merciless words to endear
With clinched fist clinched teeth
And burning words
I take my leave 

Embers
Memories
Charred remnants
Of all that we had
The demise of
All we were 

Wisdom
Of futile years
Affinity ceasing its wintering of me
final look
One last glance
And burning words I take my leave 

Embers
Memories
Charred remnants
Of all that we had
The demise of
All we were