Sunday, August 16, 2009

In The Fireplace


I asked if you loved me,
You replied, “No more lies.”
You looked away from
My water-filled eyes.

Endless days spent
Trapped in bed.
Friends arrive to help
Clear my head.

Endless photographs of
Your smiling face.
All our memories are
Burning in the fireplace.

Bittersweet laughter
Ringing through the air.
Pictures split with a tear,
Pretend I don’t care.

Flames flick over us
And my box of you.
I don’t need their words,
I know what I must do.

I let it go,
But I can’t let you go.
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