Smog

After the initial crisis,

The grief, anguish,

Anger, and disbelief,

The fire leaves behind

A thick smog.

And I wake up each day covered in soot,

Live in an unrecognizable haze,

Get by day to day

Weighted down by the memory

Of how good our life once was.

And my passion fades to apathy,

Unable to take pleasure

In the thought of a future without you;

Unwilling to let go of the plans we once made.

–Written by Sandy Heights