burn out bright

she saw me in the hallway surrounded by people, but alone
everything blurred, but me alone
staring at a map

and we both watched as the seasons changed along with us
from lovers to friends, from friends to lovers
it's wasn't nearly as easy as it sounds

we changed color, shriveled up and died
over and over again
and if we were lucky, we hoped that we might burn out bright

entering and exiting her life through a window in the pale blue moonlight
it's the middle of the night and she might just see me burn out bright
burn out bright as she watches my dark sillouhete get smaller and smaller,
running across her lawn and into the street, i disappear around the corner,
burning out bright...

when we cross paths and i look into her eyes, the last thing i know to say
is to tell her that i don't know what love is, because it's never found me
but she's begun to steal my heart and i missed her today
i only wished to burn out bright in her arms


Photography and Poetry
©August Wylder, 2008