Burnt Matches

February 21, 2018

We were like two matches

Covered in gasoline.

We burned 

Too fast, 

Too bright, 

Taking up eve bit of air

Around us

But eventually the flames


And despite our efforts,

The ashes would not, 

could not, 

Spark back to life.

In our pride

We kept trying, 

Hoping for a little glimmer of 


But there was nothing left

To burn.

Now it's just 

You and me. 

Two burnt matches,

Struggling for air

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