I write you a love poem

I write you a love poem.
I tear the page from my notebook,
Fold it into an airplane,
And send it to you.

Caught on the breeze,
It floats gently down,
Engulfed by the fire
That burns between us.

They don’t matter anymore—
The words,
My companion.

It is the embers,
The ashes drifting,
The smoke rising
That become a part
Of the air we breathe.

From Light of Recognition by Maria Brady-Smith

Photo by Mike Smith