It's funny to think
that I spent so much
time crying over you.
Until the embers faded—
suffocated slowly from
lack of air instead of
stomped out as I told
you.
We sit at either end
of ashes now when you
have the time.
While I wait,
sometimes I swear I
can see my reflection
in them, showing
me a person that I
barely remember being.
They say the phoenix is reborn
from ash and fire, but I shed my plumage completely.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
It's funny to think
that I spent so much
time crying over you.
Until the embers faded—
suffocated slowly from
lack of air instead of
stomped out as I told
you.
We sit at either end
of ashes now when you
have the time.
While I wait,
sometimes I swear I
can see my reflection
in them, showing
me a person that I
barely remember being.
They say the phoenix is reborn
from ash and fire, but I shed my plumage completely.
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