Blood dripped from your words
Each phrase crashed to a halt
The sound like a knife clattering on the floor
Breath sweet and spiced
But hinted at the scent of gasoline
Knuckles white
Fingers clenched around the book of matches
Missing only one
Used to blaze the forest behind you
Embers sparkling like distant stars
As what few trees that stood between you and I
Went up in smoke
You disappeared behind the climbing orange tendrils
It was the only way you could go on
I did not agree
But it didn’t stop you
It couldn’t
I couldn’t.