I wanted to remember those photographs
But I watched them burn instead.
I watched them burn with the leaves
Surrounding garbage and pain
Of my own ignored adolescence.

I often forgive the fact of your love.
How I wished to burn away myself
And never recollect
This pitiful excuse
For love.

I never felt the rain within this fire,
Have I ever mentioned that to you?
All these years I couldn't remember you
Or the water.
Or the love.

Could there be a haunting reason
Connecting your soul to this...
Blatant emotion of love?
Is there a meaning
Behind the hurt I have felt?

Could I possibly be dreaming of this
Long, unnerving fire
Swallowing the stable ground beneath me?
It seems so real,
The fire I mean.

But then again...
So did you.
Maybe I am mistaken.
 
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