She slipped through my fingers and my heart.
Nothing left but ashes, memories, and old photographs.
She never smiled in those pictures.
I watched the wind pick her up and sweep her away.
Well, she finally got her wish.
She's free to roam.
Swallowed by fire and spit out into the world.
No longer a person; she was burnt down to nothing.
Nothing but the gritty, bitter reminder that she once possessed a beautiful body.
That she once had dreams, ideas, and feelings.
She doesn't feel anything now.
Maybe I can finally let go.