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Between the fires, rain & flood,
I tried to lay aside this pen
Because I didn't have the heart
In heated times of heated words
 
To let my pride begin to mend
And give us both the room to grow
I didn't think, it wasn't clear
I needed to forgive myself
 
But now it's far too late I know
Because the local news is on
With one more added to the toll
I prayed would not be one I loved
 
But now with ruins all around
I've yet to cry from bitter news  
And here I sit with written words
On paper I pulled from the trash
 
A crumpled wad of hate & ash
That speaks to only one of us
Who has the rest of life to face
While you've gone to a better place.