burn notice in poetry

set the past blazing
just torch it
it's dead

the past is not a home
the past is a corpse
and should you try to live inside
you will only know the company
of maggots and rot
so torch it
it's over

before it got so maudlin
Christ it was beautiful
it was nice and
we were dutiful
but it was only gonna last so long
and now its gone
and we can't live inside its echoes
so let us burn it down

we had a good run
but now it's done
and trying to get it back
just wasn't any fun
so let's light the sucker up
and get a move on

and make no mistake
this isn't mournful
this isn't valedictory
this isn't scornful
the future could be goddamned brilliant
if we stop living in that dead dead past
wasting our time
trying to make the spent things last
but we can't if we allow ourselves
to overly attach
so let us take what's come before
and fucking roast it
let it burn bright blue
let it burn until we're new
again

because it's over
let us see what's next
together