Fire

You have to understand that I've given up

this boat has rocked back and forth

drifting without an anchor

for a year now

And you seem fine

You fit the bill

Your nice smile and clean teeth

but I've given up

on fireflies and lightning

with anyone new

instead, I hope for quiet

A new home to come back to

Instead, every morning I wake up

exhausted by my dreams

of him cupping fire in his hands

tracing lightning down my spine

You seem fine

You'll do for now

I've given up on goosebumps and anchors

You're my new home to come back to

but I won't tell you about the boat