longing for something or someone

two

fire is too cliché.
but what else spreads at that rate.
what else creeps up on you.
you don't even see it
and then
it's there.
in front of you.
threatening to burn you alive.
and its words,
its terrible words,
they make you want it to.

you never expected
who the arson is
to do what they did.
their hand burned down the house
you two built together.
but all that time
they weren't reaching for your hand to hold,
they were looking for a match
to strike.