That other poem...I would like to enter this for some competitions, but is it good enough? Will it reveal too much of my inner workings? Or not, as the case may be. Can it be improved or do I leave it?

Making Sense

In ashes of a doomed encounter
No spark
Vision blurred
Fire quenched by
Tears?
Or foresight?
Memory's betrayal, smoke
Pervades all I touch, everyone
I love.
Always in the embers
Guilt.
Is passion ever wrong?
Doubt rains shards of regret.
What changed your mind?
Your face a crumpled sepia
After image
In my mind's eye.
But the cadence of your voice
Lingers.
An echo in my grey heart.
Why can't we talk any more?
Raise my heart from the dead earth.
Make me complete.