Three Cities

I’ve lived in three cities.

I’ve left two behind,
as nothing but cinders
with all the old flames
long gone.

I sleep in the last one
the one left unburned,
the one that’s not
bad memories and
burned bridges,
but that doesn’t stop me
from continuing to head out
to go and look
at the ashes of the other two
and over

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