Here
After the fire
These were the things I lost:
Vestiges

A left arm
Withering smile
Eyes...gone. Glassy

Extinguished smoke
Faraway laughter
Months old ghostly touches

The lies
Whispered,
All of them
My cut//out tongue

Lastly,
The burned contract
Curled, charred paper
Reeking of a never-was union