Chapter VI

It dawned on me,

To take your figurative ashes
and cast them into a barren field,
to see if they could maybe help something new grow

Something sweet,
Something green,
Something wholesome,

for whoever that new girl was that you paired up with

I don't hate her

Okay

I do

For all our hours spent alone together
that you had already forgotten

the small truths,
the false accusations,

and

the everlasting traces of happiness

That I held onto

and

you had long forgotten.