Ash HOLLY JACKSON

Holly Jackson

Ash

I burned your jumper in the fire –The one I wore for months after you died. When it was comfort, the warmth and the smell of you, When being wrapped inside its wool felt like love –Like being hugged, by you, again.

The night it burned I couldn’t touch it –Or the picture of us two, on my wedding day, (yes, I burned that too) I picked them up with tongs, As if the smell of you wasn’t already on me.

My anger filling me –As the wool, engulfed by flames, Turned to ash. And I told myself, I wouldn’t miss it, Didn’t need its warmth.

The tears in my eyes –streaked the light from the flames, Until they were extinguished, and I was cold again.