Smoke Billows
And gurgles.
Burping through the blackened air
As blazes wriggle with hunger.
The fire snarls, continuing to lap away at it's victim.
It chews away words
Ink bubbling
And trickling away
From the now
Crinkled and curled pages.
Those days we had shared
Were now dribbling off the side of the fire pit.
Pages that nurtured
memories of his cold,
blurry past.
Those sickening times embedded
Into those pages with the familiar
Fat, sloppy grey handwriting.
Words that used to
Birth a smile to his face.
But now they only cradled him with grief.
That same words she'd whisper out to him.
But those messages were now being swallowed,
Breathed away and
evaporated
Into the same thing that those messages mean to him now;
Nothing.
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This was about me burning away notes and memories me and my ex shared together.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch Of Faith .
PoetryA book of poems concealed in my head . Poems I've been itching to verbalize . And poems I've decided to express .
