A match in the rain

Trying to get you to love me

is like trying to light a match in the rain.

It's pointless,

because

after a small blaze,

a small spark,

it will die out

as the water touches it,

and

all

that

will

remain,

would

be

a

tendril

of

smoke.

All that will remain would be a memory,

or two.

A smile

or

touch.

A feeling

or

echo.

You & I

would be

like that

tiny flame

lit on

the match,

short,

and blazing

but

for

only a

heart

beat,

before

singeing

out into

nothing,

into

smoke.

13.7.2020