Guess the title of this new poem in a COMMENT.

Warm now.

At first it scalded

Satisfied a deep need.

The burn felt good—

A remembrance of life,

A promise of excitement

And energy,

Until that ambience died

OR WAS DISAPPEARED.

Greedy mouths turn it tepid,

Bitter and dissatisfying

In too short a time.

Still, trapped in its own

Memory, the lingering idea

Of comfort and wonder,

Cling on until the last drop

Turns to ash.

Cold now.