Redemption

I always thought

The house would stay standing.

Its walls and roof intact.

No retraced steps to the door

No baggage left behind.

By and by much time has past

with a sign for sale out front

the place lives ghostly empty,

No one here to mourn its loss.

Perhaps the fates would say it is fitting

that each single log of this not home

Went up in flames that night.

And in the first light of early morn

The smouldering embers died,

withstanding, as a testament

No rebuilding has happened here.