Cutting the time frames
I try to put my memories backĀ together.
None of them is mine,
Faces I see are unfamiliar.
Would I recognize your face
If it appeared on one of the frames?
I shut down,
No more memories.
The last thing I remember
Is trying to reach you
With a helping hand,
And watching you being engulfed
By the fire of pride.
I will create a story
Where you did not burn,
But were left behind;
Abandoned to contemplate your reflection
And the poison you have so willingly accepted.
Cutting the time frames,
I try to put my memories together.
This time, without the fire.