The scent and smoke of burning wood was carried on the chilling wind.
It filled my lungs with fire and fervor, and I couldn’t stop dancing inside.
I spun in every direction; light and darkness whirled about me.
For some reason, you watched.
The din of cheerful voices about, food and music and camaraderie.
But you stood silent and alone, watching me
as I turned to smoke and was swept up into the cold breeze,
tossed about like the brittle leaves dancing with the cinders.
I do not recall if words were spoken or what music was played.
All that I remember from that point on was that you stopped watching and jumped into the flames.
(falling 3a)