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

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