The Ash...

Here I lie between

The locked door and opaque wall

Your photo between my finger and thumb

And your memories deep inside my heart.

Today would be the last day

For all my pain and grief

And a day to celebrate

For my freedom, now that I’d be free.

I picked up the matchbox in my hand

While the tears rolled down my cheeks

And the memories of past flashed themselves

Of those hours, and days, and weeks.

All the mixed feelings of pain and anger

Through my face, they dash

As I stroked the matchstick

And burned myself to ash…!!