just to watch it fade out right in front of my eyes
just to watch the flame consume the stick
like an animal consumes its prey
like a heart consumes a mind
like a persons love consumes another
i struck the match on the box and the fire burned slow and dim
i watched him from across the way like i watched the flame
i didn't look away when he looked back at me
his gaze captivated mine, neither of us wanting to break the stare
in those few seconds i was his and he was mine and that was that, not even a single word exchanged.
the fire finally burnt down to nothing, like it always does
but that moment still flickers in my mind
there are so many matches in the box that will strike and burn longer and brighter than others.
when will the rest of the box no longer ignite my curiosity?
-S
