Flames

I was on top of a human pyramid motorcycle display team
when she texted to say she was leaving me.
I put the phone back in my pocket
and rode through fire.

Afterwards I changed out of my flame retarded jumpsuit
skipped drinks with the guys from the Guinness Book of Records
and went home.

There was nothing I wanted more than to sit in a pub
drink pint after pint, drown my sorrows
but it was Lent and even after what had happened
I had promised her.