The Vessel

I got asked
if I smelt fire,
while you put your
hands in your pockets
to reach for the gun.

And I promised,
soft like,
"our horizon makes no mistakes"
whilst lighting
the cigarette that held the promise.

And you leaned forward,
praying hard I wasn't
just like them.

And after all that,
you left town.
Said you had some things to figure out.

You got in the cab,
holding my hand through the window,
and make the same mistake as me,
lighting the promise up.