Caving In

I remember us sat at the table,
With the woods closing in,
And hearing the rollercoaster,
Take those kids to heaven, hell
And back again.
I remember the fireworks,
Left unused at the back of the van,
As we sat on rugs
and watched the sky cave in over us,
And I remember wondering;
If I scratch a message of love on this table,
Will we come back again, and again, and again,
And again, and again, and again,
Holding hands as we look at the message therein.
Or will we lose touch,
And never ring,
As the wood weathers and breaks
And the trees close in.
Burned out, like fireworks
Burning up, and caving in.