my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you.
I say maybe you are in another world,
burning another forest for someone else.
sometimes I think we were the same – you and I.
but then you could burn down whole forests for me
while I can only sit beside the lilies in my bedroom
and starve myself to death, waiting for you.
it must have been devastating, finding me in new corners
of our home every time the seasons changed.
you said it was okay and that you would still
burn down a world for me; every time I wondered how.
how?
how did you love so wretched a creature like me?
