After months of fighting
With myself.
Punishing myself for
Letting you walk away.
Was it my fault?
Do I deserve it all?
I collected every bit of
Your memory while I
Kept asking myself
All the self-depricating
Questions in the world.
The final one:
Does burning help?
The books, the gifts,
The memories and the
Places that remind me
Of you.
The songs, movies,
Snacks, and food.
In the middle of the night,
I did it anyway-
A bonfire rising to the sky,
Soot mixing with the
Fog for days.
Then it rained.
Water carrying, charred
Mist of demise.
Deluge of knee-deep.
Black water up and rising.
The flooding-
You can’t escape the burst,
Can you? If you burn it,
You might drown briefly
after that.