Revenge

I hold your charred picture in my hand
I found for it the perfect match.
The smoke it emitted smelled so grand,
Think I'll go develop another batch.

I hold your torn sweater in my fist,
It's the half with the burgandy fox.
I remembered it from your last tryst,
You never took it out of its gift box.

I hold your old records over a fire,
The collection you labored so to compile.
Here goes Wham!, U2 and White Friar,
You could say I'm acting so infantile

But I have no choice,
Revenge is all I have.
I have no other choice
But to soothe with this salve.

I hold your love poetry in my mind,
Remembering all the ones saying " none other ".
As I reflect back on them I find
You really meant those wishes for another.

I hold your red roses in my teeth,
The ones I received on our first.
I reread the inscription on its sheath,
Now I know who will hurt the worst.

I hold your golden books over a blaze,
The classics that you used to quote from.
Your Seuss, Carroll and Hayes,
You could say that is pretty dumb

But I have no choice,
Revenge is all I have.
I have no other choice
But to soothe with this salve.

I hold your black book in a socket,
Checking off all those names I know.
I thought I recognized that locket
That you said you'd lost in the snow.

I hold your scrapbook under the bed,
All the real memories ended in there.
The only place that I heard " love " said
Was in the same room it was declared.

I hold your unopened letters over steam,
The envelopes you secretly kept cozy.
This one's from Dignity, another's from Esteem,
You could say that I'm rather nosy

But I have no choice,
Revenge is all I have.
I have no other choice
But to soothe with this salve.

I hold your courting vows in my heart,
Those promises waxed in the game of woo.
I waited forever for those vows to start,
Wonder who it was you bestowed them to.

I hold your engagement ring on a chain,
The one you left in my champagne glass.
I poured the champagne down the drain,
But the drain wouldn't let the ring pass.

I hold your get-well cards to a spark,
The pile you sent to seem concerned.
I kept them there until they fell dark,
Maybe I shouldn't be so turned

But I have no choice,
Revenge is all I have.
I have no other choice
But to soothe with this salve.

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