this is the ultimate abandonment
the flames of the fire only started to flicker
and you ran
you ran and you didn’t look back
the flames could have been a mirage
or put out with a single drop of rain
but all I saw were the soles of your feet
as I called
the sound the feet of cowards make
if you are to run when the flame has not even touched the heels of our feet
how could you withhold a forest fire?
how could you hold a flood?
how could you hold what partners behold when you are partners?
now I am alone
and it is silent
and there are tears and it is sad
but tomorrow when I wake I will feel different
because mice do not deserve to sit in the company of lions.