My heart is now a Fire ball!

Your thoughts have been my visitor,
They visit me each day.
Memories are good, precious and reminiscing,
Is what people say.

I wish, just with a good-bye,
it would all end.
Memories have made scars,
Which are hard to mend.

My heart is now a Fireball,
Burning with your thoughts.
Your thoughts are its fuel,
Me, to ashes they have brought.

I hope I'm not here for too long,
I'll emerge stronger than before.
The fire will mould me into my best,
Just like it does to gold.