To light the fire, you held the match
A spark, evolving into something bold,
Bright, encapsulating, beauty like you've never witnessed.

To light the fire, you lit the match,
A connection, a hope,
Remenants of heat between us,
Radiant in your presence.

To light the fire, the match met the woody surface of our love,
Uneven, slow tempered as we settled,
The light shining dimly on the surface,
To capture a essence of warmth.

To light the fire, the match disintegrated into nothingness,
The eventual lie of you,
Turned hideous as you aloofed into another reality,
Too knowing to be bolder.

To burn the match, you pulled it down to the deep imperfections of your life,
Saddened with your expression, a tense controlling of movement.

To light the fire you didn't just burn the match.
You killed it,
And the spark that came along with it.

-FM