My love lives in a past memory
That almost slipped into the present
And became a distant futureI will always think of thee
Of all the things we could have done
And what we could of have been
in burning dreams the walls collapse
a fire-fall of glass and ash
the room is filled with soot and smoke
my thorax burns I gasp and choke
I can’t escape it’s all around
I try to scream but there’s no sound
the red-gold flames creep everywhere
and my eyes open
but
there’s nothing there