i'm told there's such a thing as love.

but i think it's a vacuum,
of space and time.

i walk all year on embers,
only finding ashes.

and i'm told it's some great prize.
but my vitality seemed a greater victory.

while we're doing the body count,
can we amass the ones who had potential?

the ones who got away, shouldn't have.
and vice versa.

i'll drink to my redemption tonight.
because i never had a chance.