our house is burning down,
darling, you didn't build it t code.
up, up in flames it goes -
i'm watching it burn.

sitting on the curb, even our grass is brown.
i'm fully dressed: something told me this would happen.

i see you run through the backyard,
wearing those pajamas i hate.

you're trying to find a phone, trying to call the fire station -
do you even know if i'm out of the house?

a neighbor comes over, sits by me.
hands me a cup of diet coke
(funny how he knows i don't drink coffee, while you don't).
"i think the world is saying you need a fresh start."

"i think so too." i look into his eyes -

and you wait for fire trucks
that will never make it in time.