I thought not of the careless days,

For there would be no more

I thought not of your tender ways,

Left in that place called ‘before’


Gathered my memories in guilty hands

I’ll confess to the fool who understands

Wisdom gifted me to learn –

Only a fire that’s fed will burn


I set myself ablaze with the past

Hungry flames licked my skin;

From a well where no thirst lasts

I’ve come to live again


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