Ashes & Absolution

Resting in the ashes of your countless mistakes
You wallow, failing to recognize what it truly takes
To rekindle the fire which I foolishly trusted
The flame that left our house empty and rusted

Once you bought a shiny new box of matches
Furious, I treated their sparks as meaningless flashes
And now I wallow, refusing to imagine what we could do
Unforgiving, I am without fire, and so are you

As I shiver in the cold of what could have been
I rub my palms, look inside, and suddenly begin
To gaze upon the ashes where grudges stay strung
Maybe some smoke could be good for our lungs

Adriana Pera ’17

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