a little too warm for april

I smell the bonfire across the street

The smoke and their voice carried over

On a breeze a little too warm for April

And my mind drifts back to the night

I sat across the fire from you and

Watched the flames reflected in your

Blue eyes so pale they looked made of fire themselves

Some love burns down to embers

Fading over time so slowly you barely notice

You've gotten cold when suddenly

The tips of your fingers have turned grey

But our love was one that carried on the wind

A fire so strong they heard our voices and

Smelled our smoke from miles away

And we fed it with gin and whiskey and

Hand rolled cigarettes before

We stamped it out with the soles of our shoes and

Walked in our separate directions

Guided by only the things we didn't burn

Only what we could carry:

The letters, and the imprints of

Lips on necks,

And the memories that come

Back to use like wind

Just a little too warm for April