I left before the smoke cleared didn’t check the mirror didn’t take the other key the road kept getting brighter until the windows hurt your name lit the screen for a few seconds then the sun took it let it burn behind me I know what I left there the light keeps getting warmer I don’t turn around There was salt on my hands and a thin string somewhere above me pulling against the heat I slept through the afternoon woke up lighter and hated that By evening the shirt you liked was hanging from a balcony black against all that light let it burn behind me I know what I left there the light keeps getting warmer I don’t turn around I didn’t need the last word just the sun on my face the sea making noise and somewhere far behind me something still burning
