Unburnable

Our bridge
has been long
turned
into paper,
bound with
all I could
not forget,
and betrayal
after betrayal
turned to
match sticks
dancing in my
fingertips.
.
‘Light the fire’,
they urged,
even the
firemen.
.
Burn, burn,
there’s nothing
left to save,
so burn.
‘What’s stopping you?’
.
‘Losing him,’
I whispered.
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Unburnable

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