rain

long time no see. doing better, still sad.

Confused, angry,

fire is thrown to the forest.

It recites letters written by people in old photos

who cry as they turn to ash and join the

cold and indifferent air.

The earth mourns;

the trunks of trees ache to break free

to break from their roots so deeply embedded

so intrinsically interconnected to its surroundings

but they must separate, so they can

run.

The fire spreads endlessly.

Imprisoned by its own home,

all hope is lost.

And then, rain.