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[sonreyes]

did you think this poem is about you? did you think that this whisper floated along radio waves just to kiss your ear?

did you think after all this time your name still sits on my shelf waiting to drink in the rain? did you think my lips still wrap around your name? did you think every Spring I traveled to your door in my dreams?

that I made the motions how the sun lays to bed or how the grey wolf sighs at night? do your fingers still search for the light when you want to keep a secret in the place even God doesn’t know?

even now that dust has settled and a new sun rises on an empty bed the place between coming and going is dead did you think this poem is about you?

it is. and has always been

//did you think this poem was about you? by: alec prado// //Photo Courtesy of: Karel Chladek on Instagram//

[sonreyes]

Once I lit a paper on fire in my living room I told them I had never seen a fire before I didn’t know what would happen I found it like that The sun hit the vase of water just right And through no fault of my own a fire started Now there’s a scorch mark in the middle of the room A scent that won’t go away A sense that will always stay Floorboards sequentially fracturing over and over Folding over themselves and rising in the air Drawing everything towards it First the dust lifted up Then the lamps tilted over Until the darkness became its own scorch One time I lit a paper on fire A poem filled with secrets and regrets An open wound in my chest A black heart still smouldering I burned it because I was afraid Afraid to keep it Afraid to lose it Afraid I’d want to become blackened //One Time I Started a Fire By: Alec Prado//

Photo Courtesy of: Charlie on Instagram