Volcanoes

Pele’s calling me.
Asking me to answer
The questions I’ve been scared to ask myself, of late.

I’m still too scared to ask myself today.

Wrapped up in the covers.
When the phone beside my bed
Stops ringing.

I know this time she’s given up for good.

Someone else’s tears are running down my face.
Since I don’t cry for things
I never had.

I never could.

There hasn’t been a sunset,
Though it wouldn’t save me now
To see the ancient light of stars
Whose lives have burned.

Her fire burns brighter;


I collapse into flames.