What is love at first sight
but a refraction of memory?
Moments taken out of their boxes
slid beside fire light
you’ve kindled to suit
the romance you believed in.
But all flames become embers
dying in the ash
thick in your mouth,
as like smoke he escapes.
A blue wisp you cannot ignite
with the matches you light,
a vain attempt to spark
the passion he never felt
from the start.
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