She took her gasoline can
Emptied it on my branches
My leaves
My outer bark
Covered me
Doused me
And stood on the edge
Of my forests
My green
She knew what she was doing
It had been 3 long months
Without her
Without a word
4am Monday morning
I saw the match
Drop
‘You haven’t written in a while
‘Are you okay?’
Let this fire consume us
I don’t ever want
To put it out