Analysis of I Died

a half smoked cigarette,

fell to the floor,

in your arms,

outside of the ice cream bar,

that was rebirthed,

as a Lebanese eatery

by the theatre,

I was dead.

You carried my corpse,

to your car,

careful with my curls,

and lonely, lived in heart,

as the ghosts

that followed me,

began to despair,

into the orange sky,

and I was dead.

I decorated your back seat,

the cutest corpse,

in all of London,

as you placed your jump leads,

on my lips,

and shocked me,

back to life,