Past Life

The walls around me bring memories of long ago,

When things were normal but all so faux.

 

Each mark, a stain on our once blank canvas -

We painted, with all we had.

Then we went at it -

 

Nothing left, no trace of before -

What was once a bright and passionate canvas

Was burnt to the core.

All that’s left are the ashes and black marks around me -

For you gave it all up, and the soot took it sadly.