Ashes

By Unknown

I have burned so many of your belongings . . .
Each one, in hopes to erase the days attached . . .
But the ash that now covers my skin . . .
Lay heavy and keep them from floating away . . .

I now choke on these memories . . .
Gasping to be free of them . . .
Just deepens their hold . . .

My lungs full of this false snow. . .
Impure and muddy with my tears. . .
Your cherished memories are my suicide. . .

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