I look behind me
And see the rubble.
Face forward
Can't see through the smoke
Of smoldering past:
Loved.
Forgotten.
Lost then missed.
Pushing forward past the ruins,
The wasted purity of the earth,
Stained by the bombs.
The ashes rain down on my hair,
While they burn my bridges
So close behind me,
Melting the rubber on my shoes.
Moving forward,
Must move beyond.
Can't escape,
The destruction follows behind.
So quick, I cannot linger.
Onward.
Though the smoke stings my eyes
And the burning tears fall.
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