By Moon Rise ride2078@ride.ri.net
Date: 24 May 2000

POOF!

Poof!

Strike the match, one quick stroke,
Ignites and burns, then up in smoke.

Passions fury 
Quick like lightening
Electric fire
Very frightening!

Strike the match, two strokes fast,
Short-lived heat that didn’t last.

Pounding, beating rain abounds ,
Flooding my heart, bringing me down.
Feelings squandered everywhere
Wasted words, he didn’t care.

Strike the match, three times more,
Burning to the very core.

Silence fills each cell with pain
Refusing to speak, he won’t explain.
As if things never did exist
Confused, bewildered, can I complain?

Strike the match again and again
It just won’t light, it is the end.