I cried,
tears splashing
into self-made puddles
on the floor.
Me, wishing they had come sooner,
in time
to put out the flames.
The fire destroyed
everything we had.
Our home,
our memories,
our life.
Even now,
I find myself
looking,
a picture,
a dress,
a toy,
and then I realize,
they're gone.
I cry again
and I see,
reflected in each
new puddle,
an image
of my loss.
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