We might be the offspring of a particular breed -
the type that tried to hold onto feelings in the palms of their hands
that had long since rotted or crumbled away like chunks of compacted dirt

Or I don’t know maybe that’s just me

But I think we must be full of the same kind of empty because
I’m a little bit in love with the flicker in your eyes when I see you start to love
the flicker in mine

See, if my life is an empty room
I know each time you come through the door
There’s some vibration in the air or I see some flicker
out of the corner of my eye

I’ve never turned around but I think that’s you

No one needs to remind us that sparks can sting when they fizzle out on our skin
But they remind us anyway
Like they can’t see the scorch marks that are the products of our own actions

All I know is at some point my heart stopped beating for you because it was all,
excuse my melodrama,
burnt up

But it was only ever kindling anyway