letter papers

Letter papers going down,
As all the pages burn to the ground,
As i watch it becoming as wet and drowned,
I still cant look around.
The room gets all empty,
There's nowhere to go now,
Its not somewhere we belong,
Do we look around?
Did we felt the ground?
Nothing has its way as we all belong together.
The fire's touching the ground,
Tells me,
Whispering,
To let it go.