Burning House

I never thought we would end up here.

If you asked me a year ago,

I'd say we lived happily ever after.

We built the house of our dreams:

our friendship the ground on which we started construction,

our memories the bricks that keep us safe

our laughter the windows that revealed the joy we shared.

But as time went on,

those memories turned from sweet to bitter,

from fond to depressing.

The fighting went silent.

The silence the flames that consume our house

words and lack thereof the kerosene

that perpetuate the blaze of heat tearing destroying everything in its path.

We sit...

watching the flames consume

and the smoke distract.

What I could never say:

I was trapped inside, staring out the windows of our laughter

though you're outside

laughing

with someone else.

They say being angry means you still care.

What I could never ask:

Are you as angry as I am?