What a strange place to find one’s
A raging fire filled with priceless artifacts
now deemed to be expendable.
A binder filled with sleepless nights,
countless tears, and obscure knowledge.
Reduced to a mono-chromatic whisp of
A couch that reaks of stale beer from the party last night.
A sad mishaped seat cushions
Sad if only because simply being
Mishaped due to friendly usage
is not enough to live on.
is filled with this kindling,
these glimpses of the past,
these flammable memories.