The singed black of what was once wood.
The blurred image of trees behind a smoke screen.
The flames burn higher in the darkened sky.
A chill runs its way down my spine like fingertips.
Early spring lends itself to this ceremony.
Blazing heat washes over my smiling face.
Alone in the backyard with a bonfire as company.
The memories will be incinerated tonight.
A picture of us on a Farris wheel. A little bracelet given on my birthday.
Letters written with evidence of lies.
“I’ll be with you always” Such bullshit.
The way they burn is so beautiful.
Dance, my fierce saviors.
Little flickers bite away at the past.
The purifying warmth of a destructive force.
A shiver of delight, or is it a chill in the air?
Throw it all in, like a mad cauldron of heartbreak.
Let it go all night, never extinguish this cleansing.
And in the morning dew, lies ashes of what was false.
Scars on the skin of what once was.
Let the regret blow away with the winds of new confidence.
And watch it as it carries over the horizon line.
In this breeze echoes “I don’t need you anymore”.
And this tomorrow is lonely, and satisfying.
