We built a house from our dreams
and lived in it, ignoring its weak beams.
The walls painted with a future
that you soon realized wasn’t ours—
there were no ‘forevers’ for us. 

When you left,
the surfaces gleamed with your reflection.

A shadow spreading across the rooms
where I once felt free, painting the walls
black, crushing my structure—trapping me.


Fire blossomed in my stomach.
Angry light painted the walls,
rage consuming all that we built.

I left
our memories smoldering
for you to remember.