Open Heart Surgery

burn me

No, you may not watch me chase you
I tore up the poem I wrote
In the back of my mind
And threw it in the fire

The sand it almost out
And soon I must realize
The hourglass is bolted to the table,
There is no starting over.

Can you believe I let you do this?
I watched you seal the doors and windows,
ignored the smoke rising behind me
But it was too late
And the grey filled my lungs

Still I did not blame you
I could not believe you'd done this
I shut my eyes to the soot on your cheek
and the ash on your clothes

I watched the house burn
And I washed your face clean
Until I could no longer remember
You striking the match
And throwing it at my feet