if there were matches

& I could not trust my hands

my mind in those days

from tearing at thin edges

loose frayed wisps to tear

if there were matches

there were not enough bridges to burn

to keep a little light on

find my way home

only phone calls trading anger

causing wanting pain

so hard I bit broke my teeth

& now nothing remains

everything from then is gone

no ruins no foundations

only a ritual to remind

there once lay something loved

as I walk by passing

missing nothing but emotion

moving again to farther on

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