she allowed herself to sink
and jell into heartbreak
like tar in a tin can
why ever
did she waste
all those years
on fire
when she knew
she would get singed
and burned
and burned again
it was the third degree
it was the end
until out of the ash
and rain
and sun baked summer
came a new foundation
built on forgetfulness
and sand
she scumbled the lines
of loving until memory
no longer pained her
