When I looked over, and read the note on the table,
Those words hit me so hard, I couldn’t hold myself stable.
Then I drank too much, and stumbled over epiphanies,
That you’re far too cruel to be worthy of colloquies
So I gathered them all, and I sat there alone
And I burned every picture, every love note, and poem
And as the embers flared up, and danced through the room
I thought to myself, “Have I acted to soon?”
And as I peered down, I saw our picture in flame
With the edges all burned, but with faces remained
The guilt then came quickly, left my stomach in curds
And hit me so hard, more so than your words
And I fell to my knees, felt the room growing colder
While the flames of the fire, reduced down to smolder
And I looked at the pile that littered the floor
That was once filled with memories that now are no more
--Not a single one left, just dark soot, and ash.
And a whole lifetimes worth, left of questions to ask.