Fire
Smoke lingers, leaving a path you can trace
I see the ghost of my past wander through this place
Ashes shift, moving with the wind
I’d do anything to see this house whole again
Flames left tattoos on the cherry wood
Marks of pain in every sliver, burnt out all of the good
Sparks, shot up like fireworks in the sky
Beauty only lasted for a moment before the goodbye
Fire, destroyed what I tried so hard to keep alive
I lost everything and I what I didn’t; died
This poem is about:
Me
My family