Challenge
Ashes to ashes...
"How important is anything that could burn to ash in a few minutes" (Barbara Kingsolver, "La Lacuna) Poetry or prose.
Gone
That smile, that voice, those eyes that once seen me,
have looked and spoke with a kiss,
your hand in mine, we faced the storm,
we faced the fires and the darkness In search of bliss,
and then your were gone,
submissive to a strangers flirtatious
wish.