A box of matches in your hand
You hold one before me, I catch your glance
I watch you strike it,
friction igniting an incense of fireside
I see the flame reflecting in the glossiness of your eyes
So bright and beautiful, warm
As swift as it’s flame became, it’s out
The smell of burning pine, cold
So comforting yet sullen
and without regard or regret I had fallen
Falling now, deeper into ashes
Of quickly struck matches
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
A box of matches in your hand
You hold one before me, I catch your glance
I watch you strike it,
friction igniting an incense of fireside
I see the flame reflecting in the glossiness of your eyes
So bright and beautiful, warm
As swift as it’s flame became, it’s out
The smell of burning pine, cold
So comforting yet sullen
and without regard or regret I had fallen
Falling now, deeper into ashes
Of quickly struck matches
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