It hurts To Become

There is a slow kind of irony

tracing its way

In lazy lazy

Con-cen-tric circles

through my life

you can see it in the way

I tried to light a candle

in your name

With my last match

from a Fishing Cannery

I took from Jacob

It went out almost instantly

And I didn't stop the smoke

From getting in my eyes

There's something about how

I can't remember

If I was tracing

I Love You

Or

I Am Sorry

On the back of your elbow

Through the grey hoodie

You tied up around your face

to lock us out

Either way

You moved away

Before I finished the words

And it's funny

How I am trying to cling

to your leg

without touching you

Because I am aware

That you are a ship on fire

at sea

And I don't have the strength

to save you

all I want to do

Is drag myself onto

your splintered deck

And burn too