An all Consuming Flame

 

a photograph burned as a stillframe

memory in my mind

ten miles away

a house is burning

screams of children

haunting, as i walk along the beach

screaming back at them

I continue to walk

away from the fire

 

in the album, death

a flame to consume all

I wish it would go away

yet the album lies open on the table

not allowing me to pass

I sell the house and move on

and as everything I own

is passed away and gone

for a downpayment on a new place

and there she is

waiting on the threshold

 

Why must you be here now?

You were never here before.

-The phone was in your hand,

-as you walked along the beach.

It died, in my pocket,

as I stepped into the water.

-And you never saw for sure.

-Now you run from the memory.

I sold the house, it burned.

-Instead of closing the album.

-You could've stopped the fire.

-You could've looked away.

And forget you?