Thursday, May 14, 2009


I burned every memory that we’d ever made
The corners were charring as it all began to fade
Flame consumed it bit by bit, slowly getting rid of all of it
From the ashes rose a rain of red embers drifting ‘round
An armada of tiny phoenixes from the blackened mound
Those fireflies with twilight eyes took with them all the ties that night
Floating away through plumes of gray, a cloak worn on the summer sky
And smells of the smoke seemed to soak my clothes like dye,
But that’s okay, somehow now it all feels right

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