My house caught fire and
All that was left
Was a scream unheard
In the flaming ire.
A frayed scarf and
A burnt mantelpiece
Shadowed walls
Blackened photographs
Was all that proved the
House had run up in flames
Tongues of orange
Caused all the ruins.
My house caught fire and
All that was left of my belongings
To claim
Was your memory and a lost desire.
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