I watch
As the words I've written stand still,
Bold.
The fire creeps ever closer, enclosing.
I'm mesmerized.
I've written your name
a thousand times,
And always it burns the same...
Quickly, unforgiving, gone.
Only ash, dust,
and my unsatisfied sigh remain.
You do not catch fire
As your name does
But you have left your mark
along my skin
Scorched.
Yet still I linger
Playing with the match box....

Do you know the definition
Of insanity?