Burning Pictures

Burning bridges, like burning once treasured photographs
after tearing them in half.
So much easier than expected,
so much simpler than I'd predicted.
No pain, no wrenching of my soul, still missing the heart he stole.
Just a bright light, acrid smells, loving heat,
and then nothing.
Eyes and darkness meet.
The earth still turns, no catastrophe.
The good, bad, and ugly still lives in memory.
It's well and truly over, that thing I threw away.


Burning Pictures by Dakota Farley