There is no more spark
in our voices, our hearts when we talk.
And the future is an individual dream -
In it, us, we will never see.
I know that you did the best you could,
and I know that I derailed the last train
that may have brought you home.
It's been six days since the incident,
but it had long been an antiquated fire
by the time our home fell to dust.
You doused it.
You bought gallons upon gallons of gasoline,
left it there and abandoned its predisposed destructiveness-
yet I would not stop smoking in the house.
