We were electric.
We were fire.
There was something there,
if only for a moment,
I just know it.

Moments are like that, though.
Blink, they’re gone.

We were rock and roll.
You and me,
we died
before we got old.
Now, individually,
we live in these separate states
as separate entities
going on perfectly well.

Maybe you still have some spark
– I know I do.
It’s not the same.
It couldn’t be
without you around
to turn me on.