Sunday fully destroyed us
Nothing remained
I was yelling at you
To turn into an echo

Revolving around your face
Like a mosquito
Under the match in a kid's hand
The fire was burning my wings

I stayed dazed at the roadside
In a car I saw your face
Bleeding gently from the lips
A black cat on the chest

Then came sunset
Dark blankets crawling out of chinks
Dancing in front of my broken wings
A sheen was on them