Cindy decided to leave her childhood diary under the bed   She burned almost everything except for her wedding ring   Because she threw that in the sea   She hid in her neighbor's yard and watched as the fire scarred   The house she never could leave   It was the prettiest thing she thought she had ever seen   A thing in which to believe      Cindy walked down the street, the smell of the fire so sweet   And she laughed through the smoke   At the end of the block she made one last stop   To make sure she had everything   Awash in the beautiful sound of the old house burning down   She opened her bag   She could have sworn that she took her overdue library books   But they were not to be seen   A knowing smile crossed her face as she remembered the place   Where she left them upstairs   She slowly walked back down the street   And into the burning debris   She couldn't take on any more late fees