Undress me with one zip.

Define my life by that one look that said it all.

forgetting to zip up my pants,

simply because I thought this was the kind of love

that was best experienced naked.

The wild fire that burned down my childhood home

is burning down the wooden doors my heart stands behind.

it beats alone.

I held my hand out to you, wooden stranger.

and you splintered my soft childish skin.

I remain dumbfounded by the pain of losing something,

the pain of losing you...

it beats me when I'm alone.

I keep calling to you,

but you have forgotten your own name.

the skin you cling too, clings to you, because it is afraid.

you will never be alone.