Burned Down
The inside is all burned down.
The memories are fading away.
Pictures are burning from the last bits.
The privacy is gone.
Our doors can’t stop the arguments.
The pictures can’t remind us of our past time.
The laughs from the tv can’t bring us together.
Now it’s just us.
The only things survived from the burning.
We can get rebuilt, unlike our memories.
We will get better.
We are broken in more pieces that we were made out of.
But we are going to get rebuilt.
We’re are torn down.
But unlike our memories, we have time.
We have help.
We have support.
Our pictures will be destroyed.
But our memories will be stored.
We are burned down.
Unlike everything else, we will be here.
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