ashtrays
lit joints
lighters
matches
cold floor
ceiling fan
a reminder of how far I wandered from home.
sometimes home is a person.
the light
shimmering from afar
dimming every inch closer
the wind
rustling
alive tonight in this dead house
the door
leaden
impossible to move
3 years a prisoner in the house we built
takes 2 to destroy what we built
the silence
deafening
the silent thoughts
loudest
hope
killing me
that that is killing me
keeps me alive
oh the joy
to embrace the flame
laugh at every burn
sing a sweet song
as the flame consumes me
serendipity to perform at my wake
a life lived
a life lost
a life lived, a life lost
to love
