Love Poem (Fail #2) - Pyro Dreams

For the longest time

All I ever wanted to do

Was make a break for it

Follow you toward the Exit sign

Out the fire doors

Hand in hand –

But I lost you

Somewhere in the building

Maybe between the 10^th and

6^th floors – I think

I heard your shoes

Running so fast

And the emergency alarms ringing

Like they were saying

This is a portent

Of our wedding day.

And in that moment,

Gasoline in hand,

I knew our future

Would be bright.

*I'd forgotten I hadn't written a follow-up to the previous Love Poem (Fail #1). I think this may become a weekly poetical spit bag.  I can make a one-poem weekly commitment.  And, because I found this next photo so amusing whilst searching for the perfect photo to accompany this poem, I had to share this one done by techate over at deviantart