A wall
Lined with photographs
Of the two of them.
They looked so happy.
They were happy.
A chest
Filled with letters
Exchanged between
The two of them.
They overbrimmed
With love.
So much love.
A bed
Filled with memories
Of nights filled
With passion
Shared by the two of them.
It pains her.
The memories hurt her.
She lifted the canister
And started pouring.
She drenched
The photographs,
And the letters,
And the bed.
She walked away,
Cheeks dry.

Behind her,
The memories–
The sweet,
And the bitter,
And the in-betweens–
They rose
Into the clouds.