Bonfire

I.
you were 
the matchstick,
i was 
the wood.

with eyes that whispered 
of shelter and longing,
like a matchstick 
burning, 
you ignited me.

II.
a bonfire of words
on paper, the smoke of
promises in the air.

III.
like all matchsticks,
you burned out
easily.
          and I was left 
on the damp earth 
lying,
     still crackling.

IV.
eventually
, I will
burn out too.

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