Life After A Storm

friday, November 3rd at 3:15 pm was the last 

moment i believed everything’s would be okay. 

maybe it’s because I still don’t feel OK,

I thought I could rebuild my home, 

relocate, remove myself from the lives of people 

I saw out in the storm

The swirling hurricane of fire

Wiping away the potential memories that could’ve been made

laughs, school dances, birthday parties, PTA luncheons

I could be missing it all

Instead, on an outskirt of town,

just 45 minutes away from where wildfires,

Started by the spark of our conversation, 

Burned down homes I had built from scratch.

They turned to white hot piles of yesterday’s news 

With no one but you and I left to cry for

their former glory. with nothing but hope that one day 

new houses will be built.

But much too afraid to pick up the hammer and nail salt