Recklessness

Your love was that of sedans
caught under trees, and
my love for you was a city
drought. All the poems about
us suffocated me like this.

Validating this relationship
with word was the labor
of sprites drowning a forest fire
with only wet blankets.
It never amounted to anything
and they've all perished.

And during these great fires: deer,
foxes, owls, mice and wolves,
forsake the burning oaks & sprites.

I wanted to use them
for a break up letter
if only they had survive.