The light from a matchstick was enough To keep him warm in the coldest spot
Sitting in a narrow alley
With darkness engulfing him
Albeit warm with pleasant memories
He only reminded her of the
Sins he committed to her
But by lighting one matchstick after another
He hoped to keep his memory burning,
And that she will atleast remember the little good memories of him.
He was okay with just a flicker
of him in her, if not a blaze
Alas, she did not want to keep his memory alive even in the darkest part of her heart.
He perished like a extinguishing matchstick leaving no trace in her darkened alley.

- Irìs