They couldn’t say what started the fire
But the two of them found themselves
In the middle of it
The dry kindling of their desperately dull lives
Caught flame
Burning
Out of control
And she didn’t care
For once she didn’t care what
Other people thought
There were no other people
There was just her
And him
And this bed
And feeling
And he, he had tried
To do things the right way
He wanted to live
Like this, like now
And she was warm and wild
And he found it in himself
To give her everything she was wanting
And the fire raged
And roared
And destroyed everything in its path
Lapsing finally, in the early hours
To nothing but
Smoke
And the charred remains
Of what their lives had been
