jessie morton - goodbye

Gasoline runs cold,
The putrid fumes getting me higher and higher.
The fire red container now light as a feather.

The Christmas bear, now drowning.
Photos of you, and me lay submerged,
In a blue cylinder.

With a single spark,
From my tear.
It all burns away.

Every laugh.
Every kiss.

With
no
remorse

jessie morton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-177/