we were matches that didn't match and we smoked each other out;
you were long gone, a shell of a boy looking for warmth,
and I was a desperate flare lighting up the night,
blind

your emptiness–what a mess–

lies
now I've left our meaningless memories behind,
filling up with doubt instead: tell me darling future lover,
will you too spark heartfire, a funeral pyre, then turn leaving me to drown?