Sundown

I met him in the sunset of my youth. Full and bursting with light and vibrance. Blissfully unaware of what would come in the dark. And I believe he did his best to teach me every little thing I might meet there in the impending shadows. He was a match, and I thought I could be a candle to help us navigate the night. But really I was only a rose. Small and suffocating, starving and wilting without the light. So at his touch I caught fire and like the sunset went out with a burst of color, then blinked out of sight.