ashes

The entire universe conspired and that’s how
I found you.
You were the right one, at the wrong time,
Wrong part of the world
Wrong love, unfurled and

blooming,
so I hurled myself into it —
dooming me to destroy myself,

and I did, again and again.
I destroyed me, and the problem with believing you are a phoenix, you see,
is that

if it happens to be that you are mistaken

the ashes remain ashes,
a heap of soot and black
instead of you coming back.

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