The Village

Our love is pollution

Your smolders blanket me in warm reassurance

But you’ve suffocated my thoughts

My family is in anguish

They cried for me to leave you

Yet here I am 

Holding your hand now

And for what

Ash is suffocating my creations

Taking over my home

I treated it as another decoration

A gift that I honored

But the consequences were deadly

I was naive

Now soot covers the once green ground

And its colors match the sky

If only I wasn’t so foolish

If only I wasn’t so blind

I remember when you were young and tame

The flames came up

Never erupted

I didn’t mind the heat

But that was when it only affected me.