All of these door handles
All of these empty rooms I'm not sure exist when I'm not looking
We left out so much wood to catch on fire
Someone stole her towel- we were sitting half naked in a beautiful burning bedroom
I have never been so close to someone
We came out heaving
The metal from her glasses set fire to the grass when they fell off and we couldn't even rest on the lawn anymore
I'm sorry it was brilliant
The smoke in our lungs, the scars on our legs
The soot from your singed hair down your spine like a constellation
God, I am so sorry