Burning The Memories

I sit on the stairs to my house

It's dark outside

It's been two weeks since you deported me from Amityville

I've spent two weeks trying to figure out what I did

But was underwhelmed by the answer

The emptiness of loneliness is all consuming

And I throw myself between its teeth

My movements are autonomic

As I walk to my room, to my memory box

I take out every note you didn't keep

Every passage, every memory

I read them one by one

A feeling of sentimentality I hate fills me

I should be crying at the loss of a friend

But my tear ducts have run dry for those who don't deserve my misery

I crumple the papers and walk outside

I strike a match, filling the night with a burst of heat and light

I throw it into the fireplace and watch the gas ignite

I stand in front of the fire and throw it all in

Four years go up in smoke

A sense of bittersweet fills me

As I finally let you go

And set myself free