The silence in an empty lot. The business section and a box of matches. We used nearly half them. Should we have saved them? It wouldn't matter anyway. It happened sooner than we thought. The warmth it started to wear off. It was bright enough to see you, but soon I started seeing through back to darkness. There's nothing left. Nothing left to give it all away. You did. There's nothing left to say. We did alright, kept it burning for a while. But there's nothing left to feed the fire.