Choosing ashes over soil

I am going back to the moment we broke,

Revisiting the day it ended,

Looking at the scars,

Reliving the pain.

Maybe, I am a sucker for hurt,

heartbreak and sad songs are my muse.

I am going back to that spot,

 

To peek at what once existed

Fire blazing,

people wailing,

houses crushing,

No wonder lots wife turned to a pillar of salt.

Yet we keep going back,

to collect ashes

salvage what was destroyed

though we know that  the destruction was warranted.

What are ashes,

when you have soil?

What is the past,

when you can enjoy the present?

What is fiction,

when reality offers a better ending.

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