By rasmithii

I watch the fire
crawl up,
flames twisting and leaping
over one another.
in those flames
I see
your face glaring
out at me
full of hate
and anger
and fury
for a choice
we made together
but it's my life
that dies
in those flames
orange and red and gold
searing my memories
forever inside
while outside,
all is well,
I'm doing fine,
life will give me a new path,
until the fire
burns up behind me,
and I'll burn
your smiling face,
a spark
above my wounded
So let me
pull a match
and get us
started, as
the paper is ready
the wood is dry
and your face
is ready
to be lit.


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