Photograph (a.i)

The great memories of my life were all kept in letters and old photographs. There was always a way for my past to come back to me. I'd never leave it behind. That one night in the middle of december a burden was lifted. I watched as the flames rose higher. I just sat there and watched as my whole life burnt to ashes. Ashes. The word reminded me of him. This was the end. Those were my final thoughts but it was enough.