Watch the Flames
I fold your letter firmly, matching the crease.
Finished reading it for the thousandth time.
Back into it's envelope, at last I have peace.
Of letters to say goodbye, yours a paradigm.
No corners were cut, every rock was turned.
Words we used, to the way they were said.
Faults laid bare, disputes what we learned.
Each point you made, a conclusion I dread.
No frills in your letter, each line still burns.
Now gone forever as I watch the flames.
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