Four blue spiral notebooks

Everything about you was burned
In four blue spiral notebooks one afternoon
You crackled and spat and rose into the autumn sky
A drifting cloud of tiny black pieces
Like snowflakes in reverse

I took a stick and turned you
Page by page into the orange flame
Every poem, every song,
Every drawing, every memory
Catching and creasing and turning to ash
I felt the heat of you on my face
I had the taste of you in my lungs

When all were done I stamped you out and buried you
Under cold dirt and wet leaves
Now you are gone and you will not come back
And I will never think of you again
I will never think of you again.

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