Speaking With Fire

People come and people go,
looking through you now I realise,
that you are no different to them.

This silence feels
like you are speaking with fire,
and this breathing space
becomes an aerosol.

I don't know what made it
go so bad,
but I do know that you
are no longer by my side.

I feel like I'm talking to myself,
as I become a piece of dirt
on your shoe.

And I make one last appeal,
for you to stop spreading this fire,
and just go back to me and you.

Saffie
24

17/10//15