I fell dark

I awake groggy

Open door to the cabinet

beginning to rot

the upper hinge almost at failure

pour a glass

my ribs have grown stiff

filled with a certain absence

no fire in these veins, no whiskey in my coffee

a very specific jingle of metal comes from a soft machine

tingles on my skin

and I begin another square box

wind howls across the field

New Calender page

I open from the front to my dearest friends

beginning to rot

Growing into the old abandoned vehicle

I am.

claiming the frame as the steel surrenders

covering the petina slowly with my leaf canopy

slowing the litefast pitch from leaving us

the mice move swiftly

picking the most convenient fibers in between the seat springs

tires deflate

papers disentegrate 

the forest closes in

forgotten

I fell dark

Took our song outside 

and the sky closed its eyes

to fully take in our sentiment

you arrive

porchlight shrouds you

moths celebrating about you

light sparkling from the inside

grinding rust from the frame

cutting branches from the windows

Your heart pumps new

tires inflate full

this old car explodes back into its factory form

pristine

instantly

like a bomb

lit by a match.

matched by fate

Thank you for lighting me up