we match

we matched me and you

our match

snap!

snap?

snap

the kind of match that sparked the other dried dulled splints to ignite

around us

reverence of ours that flickered and illuminated them

we swiped under flamboyant clichéd fireworks

only catching the ones we wanted to digest

it was more than that

we were more than that

like an untold radiance

and even then we would never be solar justice

we never would

we never would

we never would

now we may be

stars drawn into

constellations watched

though we are due to burn out and we will burn into nothing

ashes

and our match longs to match still

shame that it does

because if red is red then we are most definitely black together

just because we said so

they will dance around our bonfire

they will take the warmth from our heat

and while they are soaking every essence up

into their now moist unoriginal hands

on our own dry flames we will choke

know this

start your own fires

be your own match

boxed find them inside

they are not designed in pairs

not one for one

not one for you

not one for me

if only we knew

before our strike