The Fire Truly Never Left

After a fire,

A house can be rebuilt

The walls can rise again,

But the air,

It remembers

It will always smell of smoke,

The fire never truly left

And at night,

When the house grows quiet

The walls will whisper

What they witnessed

This is the world now

Houses burning, privately on every street

Ruin is in fashion

Betrayal, the new common language

And secrets

They are the sparks.