I was his soulmate,

As he was mine.

We’ve written it

in the book of life.

Or, perhaps we’ve gone ahead

to write that

part.

Our lips have touched

so have our hearts.

It’s written in the stars,

recorded for every

child and grandchild we

could have

had.

Until, that day.

He left me in the ashes.

He was a pyromaniac,

and loved to set hearts on fire.

I no longer believe,

in anything.