or maybe you lit me on fire when I was putting yours out,
either way, we’re both burning now.
it started like a match, and became something greater,
like a raindrop that becomes a part of the flood.
You had ideas like you had nothing else, your hard day of working gave you time to think,
I had words like I had nothing else, a long day alone in our home left me to my musings,
when we were together, it was like a small revolutionary army,
or that’s what you were, I was the voice of reason.
We lived in what many people called my Nihilist’s Dream House,

the roof leaked, the floor warped,
It was everything I loved, down to the remnant scent of Mothballs.
Unrest grew.