being trapped in a burning building
until the thick smoke burnt my lungs.
i stayed with you
beneath the flames
even though it was slowly killing me.
all around me i watched everything burn;
the had beens and once was-es
reduced to smokey nothingness.
my naive lungs filled with smog
still would not leave you.
maybe it was my clouded judgement
due to the the lack of oxygen
that made me think
the fire would evaporate the tears as well...

d.j.