(For a hitrecord.org challenge)
I went to the cabin.
You know?
The one by Gossamer Lake.

So many years.

We picked dandelions,
and blew wishes into the wind.
Nights spent holding each other tight,
surrounded by the song of cicadas.
Meals cooked barely keeping our hands

It seemed such a happy place.
Warmth and love.

But you took her here too?
I know.

There is an unfamiliar sweater on the couch.
A glass with lipstick smeared on the rim.
I would never do that.

An air of a sultry perfume
mixes with the gasoline
that I have poured around.

I breath it in.
All of it.
And I burn it to the ground.


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