Today, the air feels like fire
Every movement, every breath
is smoky and searing on my lips.
I’m driving north, away from you.
Away from the questions
That you would never ask –
Even if you knew to.
I suppose it’s a relief, leaving.
Not having to explain that
Your hands remind me of his
and Julian burned yesterday –
which is why I won’t kiss you
today, won’t see you tomorrow.