"letters to ghosts"

I sift through dwindling embers,

To try to read papers that I myself burned.

Papers from a time long ago,

Letters to ghosts;

I had thought I could let them go,

But instead I burned pieces of my soul.

There are charred remains in the fire pit,

But I can only read fragments.

None of the poems in my head

Are making sense,

Because they are puzzle pieces,

One by one dropped in sulfuric acid.