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
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