warmth melts off his face

dripping down to his feet

leaving cold metal behind

where softness used to be.

I am the flame

who blazed too brightly

causing this to occur.

yet no matter how many

cold compresses

I bring, it is not undone.

The metal robot face

programmed to shy away from flame

sits now

where comfort and friendliness

were abundant . . .

just a blaze ago.