Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
I held you
As you cried
About losing me
That night

You loved campfires
Because your grandfather taught you
How to build them

And while I never learned
How to burn
I picked up a stack of paper
To throw into the flames

And I thought
That in a few moments
What I'm holding in my hands  
Would be just ash and dust

And I felt the very same way
That night
Lauren R
Written by
Lauren R  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
418
   --- and Jim Musics
Please log in to view and add comments on poems