You burned yourself so bad.
All that was left was ashes.
Scattered along the floor,
Visible so I could,
collect what was left.
I cupped them in my hands,
Stood at the edge of the cliff,
and I set them free.
Carried by the wind,
tears streamed down my cheeks,
as I watched from a far.
I had my time,
and it was my responsibility to send you off,
not whole,
but into a million pieces.