Pink lighter on the stair
How on earth did you get there?
Were you dropped mid sigh in a moment of despair,
Or left behind by someone seeking cleaner air?
You glint at me, pink and bare,
Daring me gently: Come over if you dare.

I loved you quickly, claimed you like treasure,
Cradled you close, imagined your pleasure.
Slowly I drained you, my flickering confessor
You grew smaller, lighter my smoky transgressor.
You gifted me fire, a quiet, steady glow,
And taught me what it means to be a little lighter,
with room to grow.