That night you should have known
Those white flames would lick my heart
Fill my lungs with thick black smoke
My red skin boiled to the touch

My breathing should have warned you
For the explosive combustion of words
Like backdraft from my mouth
As I opened it to speak

Words not meant to burn like fire
But to extinguish like tears
The anger you’d been fuelling for a while
I’m no arsonist, I’m only ashes

But that morning you chose to go
You ran with the speed of life
So I couldn’t follow
Not ready to let go of ours