Poem: I burned.
The fire that took you will not return-
it was put out,
smothered
dampened
until it could no longer burn.
But it is hard to discern
the past from the present
to separate the two is something I must learn
until i no longer think of myself as abandoned-
I haven’t, not yet
but i will, for you
I will not forget
But i will rewrite my alphabet to exist without y-o-u.