Ashes to Ashes

I watched the flames hungrily devour the structure, walls collapsing in helplessness, beams disintegrating, furnishings screaming their protest. Charred ruins, embers, then ashes. The coldness of reduction. Life incinerated to nothingness.

I do not know why I set fire to my house. To forget the past, maybe. But I did not. And I have not.