the foundation.
my god,
i thought we dug
a perfectly fine foundation.
we both did,
enough to plant
a home.
the walls
were erected
just as easily as the roof.
we painted the rooms
with our blood.
it was beautiful.
you were beautiful.
and then
something caught on fire.
our blood
on the walls
started to peel.
i thought we could slit the neck
of the fire.
you didn't want to wait.
you couldn't bear to look
as i was searching
for the hose.
you left me there.
i watched you walk out
the front door,
you had called someone
and had a car waiting for you.
and by that time
the walls
and the roof
and all of our tiny trinkets
were shed
into nothing more than ash.
by that time,
i just stood there,
stunned,
nothing more than a corpse
waiting
for cremation.
and as i was left to burn,
without anything left
but tears,
i learned that not even tears
could put out any fire.
everything just burned,
for days,
for weeks,
for months.
and till this day,
you never even came back
to assess
or even lay a wreath
on the remains that you left behind.
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