Combustion

If I knew that I pushed you out the door

I would have kept my hands to myself

You were always watching me

As I was watching her

A self-fulfilling prophecy

Instead of reading Tarot cards or tea leaves

I should have been reading you

Your eyes gentle and firm set off the fear and panic

Ringing all the alarms

Louder than the siren of a fire truck

Up in flames faster than we could say

arson

We were meant to ignite

burn

But how beautiful we must have appeared

to those spectating

Fireworks lighting the night sky

Brighter than the fourth of July

I was consumed by you

You were consumed by your future

and our future was nothing more than

ash

What we lacked in function

We made up in chemistry

And like true novices we didn’t know what to do

When the scales tipped too far

We were made to burn

A spontaneous combustion

we were made of fire