Last night there was a fire in the neighbourhood,and you called as soon as you noticed,your voice, betraying how much you care, despite desperate attempts to divert my eyes from how your own stare with such softness these days. I am the erstwhile, ethereal glow of the Earth,the glitter of her tearful tantrum.You told me…

Did I ever love you,or did I just want to be held?Darling,so it goes,it’s so overplayed,this overwhelming game for two,no winners,no losers,just destruction, back and forth,and I’ll never stop being something we both fear.You ask me if I ever loved you,and I look past you,playing to the sun,big smile, big dreams?telling it and you what…

I can still picture the busy shelves,bustling with meaningless trinkets that we could buy,the dim, flickering lights that seemed to highlight the trouble I was in, so perfectly,as I picked up the same magazine,the same candy bar, that had come to taste like your kiss, in my overactive imagination. I’d run home,treats in trembling hands,lost…