The Burning

As I throw his things onto the fire

Heart screaming, tears streaming,

My mind goes blank.

These are his things, but I cannot face them,

This emptiness, barely hanging on,

Well, I have him to thank.

Driving home, what was that?

To late…to tired…

Ahhh but you drank!

So cleansing by fire seems right and just.

You left too early…my love…

And I blame you.