You scared me at first.
I didn’t know who you were.
I could hear banging on my walls and voices in the air duct
but little did I know that it was you.
Trying to get to me.
You could see everything that plagued me.
You knew everything that was going on.
All the problems I had.
And yet you still loved me.
And protected me.
Every night you played your guitar and sang me to sleep.
Every night I laid at your side.
I felt safe around you, my fireman.
Your soft scent of smoke and ash...
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