If I close my eyes I can still see it

See its brownish-gray wood

See its slightly sagging roof

I can see it

But when I look, it's gone

Five minutes

That's all I want

Five minutes to salvage some documents

To burn the image into my mind

To take some pictures

And stand in its sheltered doorway once more

And grief is overwhelming

As I stand on the rock foundation

On the edge of the sea of black muck

Only ashes

ASHES

Ashes, ashes,

We all fall down

I fall down

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What I wouldn't give

For that five minutes

For a picture

At least one good photograph

Maybe I could've preserved a part of it

Part of my childhood

Part of a tattered past

But I can't have it

…it's the shot I'll never get

That breeze lifts my hair

Blowing it back

Back to reality

Cruel, cruel reality

And brings with it

The smell of burning