gasoline

The trail of gasoline,

Retreating behind me as I

Contemplate the blaze

I will set.

In a lack of remorse, or

Perhaps

a surplus of it,

I do not look back.

A car wreck is only as

Fatal as the people you find.

In another life, lets only meet

When the sun shines, or when

The bus is on time, or

When I can smile without baring

My teeth.

The match was lit before you closed

The passenger side door.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.

But thank you, nonetheless, as the

fire of finality warms me

While I feel your eyes on my back.