Come so hot but go so soon
Pads of our prints prune in the water
I'd hold you under if it meant
You'd be mine, forever
I've lost every step along the way
Praying you go back home with me
I bore you in the dead of winter
You were but a sapling
Clinging to splinters
I breathed love into you
Sweet, guilty love
I breathed smoke into you
Burning sweet, sticky lungs
You came so hot,
You were supposed to go so soon
But now,
I'm not sure what to do with you