In my dream
I see small swollen fires
making their way towards me.
I don’t know who made them.
They’re so near to me,
I can’t believe it.
I try to run, I have no legs
and there is no road.
Everyone else is gone.
They left a note that read
prayers do not work and we’ll
see each other soon enough.
I’m standing here between the fire
and where you are now.
I only remember this place
because I was here the night
I slept on the floor and the dog
never stopped barking.
I’m still hoping to find you.
