You And I: A Poem

Fingers to the candle
Moth to the flame
Visions of another life
A different kind of pain.

A canyon in the alley
Between these crowded streets
A thousand faces dissipate
Hidden in deceit.

You and I, ephemeral–
Were petrol in the rain
Shimmering reflections
I’ll never see again.

And though that day has fallen
With fire in the sky
The night brings e’er another dawn
Another day to die.