I recall when the fire burned infested memories that last for years
before your own pitiful existence has to be reconsidered once again
I'm still missing the essential wondering about the futility of your words
An eager desire the will to understand the essence of that fascinating bitter end
striving to keep the pieces together, slowly climbing the stairways of recovery
A glimpse of warmth as an exit to venture where the answers lie
Living another day I can't relate to, somehow I will find a passage through.