Parallel Lines

[brandontoh]

Remembrances like scattered scraps
Floating like ashes from a fire.
White heat of passion burnt
The living flesh, leaving only
Insubstantial, cobweb skeletons.
I could only be to you
What soul required
You could not be to me
What flesh desired.
Forever on parallel lines
Joining only in some theoretical universe.

This overall has very rich imageries and I loved it! The word choices are good, with the whole poem oozing out the feeling of 'helplessness' (Can't recall the word I'm trying to find). The only problem I find is with 'what soul required', which I think can be better fleshed out or better worded. This is the only point in the poem where the imagery is weaker. Thanks for the really enjoyable read, and hope I'm of help! =)