we all fall down

You burned my letters. 
The paper crumpled around my voice
like a hand curls into a fist. 
A hundred foetuses bent to comma
around the fledgling hearts. 
You heard the cinders whispering
to you for weeks after and dreamed
of the wonderful things those words
could have been. 

I burned your books one by one
and read the message you meant
to send in the ashes.  The burning
pages warmed the house for days. 
So when you asked if I understood, 
I could finally say I did.  I buried
the stubborn spines in the back yard
and planted a tree to mark them. 
Now the roots feed on our history
and the leaves foretell our future. 
The branches spread like open arms.

we all fall down

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