Hate's Fire

Today the sun shone.

First time in a while.
Light found it's way,
and every little detail,
could be made out, just
that little bit clearer.

A little light is all it took.
My pictures of you reflected truth.

Every crack.
Every line.
Every fissure.

Every scar.

Let hate's fire burn
your images.
Let hate's fire provide
second light.

Hate's fire slowly dies.

Your flame has almost burnt out
Faded away.

You once burned
in the back of my mind.

Now you can burn in the past.