Meteor

The colour drained
Before I could protest
Red and then we were grey
It was such a tiny feeling
That blossomed there that day

It never left me

With a shrieking, scratching
In the distant distance
You came home
And settled right in
Prodigal, poisonous
You rode the tide of your own impact
Boasted how much the ground would shake

And how it shook

How could I ever ask you
For what I truly wanted?
We sparked and ignited
Luminous!
And so short-lived

By James Reid