Saturday 19 November 2016

Lighting Fires


And when someone walks away,
Away from you, away from your life,
Leaving you to fend for yourself,
Each footstep of theirs less audible,
Each footstep crumbling your broken, scarred heart,
Leave them, as easily as they leave you.

They have no right to leave you in the cold,
And get upset when you light your own fires

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