Pyro
by Meaghan Velten
It’ll cross my mind, on my
next break
as I am outside blowing clouds
that have little to do
with the plummeting temperatures
That I don't know what
was going through your mind, and
likely never will
Having asked around for advice,
little was said that I hadn’t
already surmised
The point of all this though
(the moral of the story, love)
is that
we went up in flames
I think it was arson