Do you know your leaving me.....Jude writes as a woman again.

I know you don't think we'll ever part.
But you will ..you will..you will.
You are a tinder box
I am dry kindling.
One day you will strike 
And a spark will
burn me down.
Leaving only grey ashes.

You will find another girl.
One whose moods.
do not swing with wine and smoke.
Whose eyes are clear and bright.
Not wet and red like mine.

She will not get into hangover rages
You will fall into her gentle softness
and her bed.