The ashes echo our loss
These burned remains where we once stood,
Where we once lived
Where we once loved, and danced, and sang, and embraced, and cried, and screamed, and lied, and hid, and spread over the years,
It is gone
And in its wake are two people who are very much unlike themselves
Two people who are older, yet not so much wiser,
Two people whose only comfort is the other,
Two people who hate, despise, revolt each other,
The fire could not take us down,
But perhaps there never was anthing to burn.
