Campfire

She’s holding on to yesterday
For her, tomorrow may never come
She pretends to smile today
But she remembers all that he’s done
Can soot and ash be brought back to flame?
She holds the kindling, his ways have surely changed
Flint
Spark
Love
Flame
Can she bite her lip, forgive his past
Tear down the walls one more time
The last…

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