Next Time

The matches come out
And the winds die down
I look to my left, then right
Down below lies my city
And the memories I have of lying with her
Sleeplessness nights she comforted
Gave me words that fueled my passion
Dreams that awakened more dreams
Days melted in pictures I vaguely hold
But I have no love here
None that’s reached out, not that I can find
If I had, I would care
If I had, you’d have one more day
But I didn’t
So you don’t
Nothing left except watching them all burn
Maybe next time you’ll call back

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