like burnt/48

by poems & doodles

i leave the way
things burn.

quickly,
mercilessly,
abandoning everything,
    my once-favorite things
in the haze;
where the only path
to me
is the trail of ash
from me.

i do not look back.

but sometimes
i wake
in the middle of the night,
my hands and hair
the very sheets
crumpled at my feet,
smelling

familiar.

like burnt
and smoke. and
you.

***

Part 3 of 3, inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge over at hirecord.org:

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1912608

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