She's Literally Called Love

A Year Later

It's been a year.
And we tore each other apart.
You may have lit the match,
But I'm the one who caught the house on fire.
It all came crashing down
around us.
And within an hour,
there was no trace of the old us left,
Just our scattered ashes,
That have no intention of renewing themselves
Into the beauty that they were.

You blamed your self for picking the strongest match
But I blame our lives for being doused in gasoline
For an easy and painless removal,
For a reason to give up on our selves.

When the flames died down I pictured a future.
A future where we could rekindle our old flame
But then it started rain
And all of our progress got washed and blown away
Into a never ending storm.

I spent weeks attempting to follow the storm
And bring you back the ashes to keep
For us to be put back together
But you didn't even respond
Which end the end,
Was the perfect answer.