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Cindy decided to leave her childhood diary under the bed |
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She burned almost everything except for her wedding ring |
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Because she threw that in the sea |
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She hid in her neighbor's yard and watched as the fire scarred |
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The house she never could leave |
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It was the prettiest thing she thought she had ever seen |
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A thing in which to believe |
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Cindy walked down the street, the smell of the fire so sweet |
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And she laughed through the smoke |
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At the end of the block she made one last stop |
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To make sure she had everything |
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Awash in the beautiful sound of the old house burning down |
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She opened her bag |
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She could have sworn that she took her overdue library books |
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But they were not to be seen |
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A knowing smile crossed her face as she remembered the place |
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Where she left them upstairs |
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She slowly walked back down the street |
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And into the burning debris |
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She couldn't take on any more late fees |
