I wished to share my sunny days

and the rain against my window

But you can only give me starry nights

and promises to tender

I want someone to set ablaze

But you have burned to cinder

You have burned

Too bright

Too fast

Don’t know how long to linger

Getting dimmer, injured, thinner,

shut the blind?

Or let it simmer?

Cut the doubt

There’ll be no winner

Don’t come home

There’ll be no dinner

Dísa Andersen