Wildfire

The wind came through, carrying ash

Much like you, last November

Choking but suddenly gone in a flash,

Leaving me with much to remember

Truth be told, I don’t think of the crash

That detail has settled to ember

So why do I fight and continue to thrash

Is it defiance at the thought of surrender?

Maybe it’s the need to always rehash

Which one of us left the other dismembered

Though we both may have acted in haste, a bit brash

Neither of us deserve to be ruled by ill temper

Regardless, in the end, it was me that did out lash

You may have started the fire, but I’m the one that yelled timber


A spur of the moment collaboration with my dearest blog pal Cameron