Tossing Matches

I was tossing matches in the night.

I wasn't exspecting one to catch.

I wasn't exspecting you.

 

Now

There's a fire

small

burning

and I don't know

what to do with it

 

I could walk away.

Pretend it never happened.

or

I can watch it burn.

and watch the flames dance into the night.

 

and I can't bring myself

to walk away.

Comments

thisispoetryproject

What a delicate love poem this is! :) Very fresh metaphors, too!

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