remember remember

the fire last night

has burnt a hole in the house

the walls still smoldering

I stand where the door was

looking in

unable to step inside

unaware

they sit around the table

discussing me

I wave 

and they don’t look up

my cries unanswered 

under the tree in the garden

is my dignity

on the bed, my pride

and I hear my sobs

from the bathroom

repeating repeating

so instead I walk home

shoes in my hand

   is it rain on my face?

in the shower

I claw at my skin

the scent of ashes still clings

later I go to my photo album

take out the pictures

one by one

I turn my back

on the memories

it is done