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