I watch the letter I wrote him burn.
The flames engulfing the words.
I can feel the heat of the burning paper,
the orange reflecting in my eyes.
I drop the paper,
letting him go.
The water of the lake washing away not only the flames,
but the hurt he caused me.
A tear falls down my cheek as I smile.
Letting go of the person who hurt me.
The world he existed in began to burn with the letter.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
I watch the letter I wrote him burn.
The flames engulfing the words.
I can feel the heat of the burning paper,
the orange reflecting in my eyes.
I drop the paper,
letting him go.
The water of the lake washing away not only the flames,
but the hurt he caused me.
A tear falls down my cheek as I smile.
Letting go of the person who hurt me.
The world he existed in began to burn with the letter.