Dido
written by: Katrina Kaye
@PoetKatrinaKaye
It was an accident.
I was not a broken woman
the day you left.
I still had the strength to carry
every remnant of our war
toward pyre.
But as I dragged
your scent from my house,
dress snagged on the shield
you left in your stead,
held me down,
pulled me into hot flames,
trapped me,
and I knew as soon
as the soft fabric of dress bloomed
with orange teeth,
you had not truly let me go.
You never intended me to live
without you.