CINDER AND ASH
I fucked it all up, didn’t I?
and what I did can’t be undone,
I thought I held us firm
wound up squeezing too hard
now I’m left staring at the dust
it’s much more painful than looking at your face
(which remains angelic, by the way).
I’m a prisoner to my own Hades
the fires that burn, well,
they’ve burnt cinder back to cinder
ash back down to ash
in a recycled mad chaos of sorts.
I wish I could tell you how much
I ache for you
doing so would only cause me to
Doing so would cause you to
~ Joseph A. Pinto
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