To the Father of My Children

Ashes of Roses

I hold the

Heart-shaped box

Filled with

Dried rose petals

Whispering a prayer

I strike a match

To incinerate memories

Love killed

By words

And blows

I walk

Free of shadows

Scattering

Ashes of roses

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