matches

Matches

 

Because I told you that

I would find you on the other side,

and I promised,

with an old book of matches

from the site of our first date

I strike head against flint and toss them

one by one

around the dry wooden floor and wait.

Because I made a promise,

and I want to get there first.

This is an excerpt of my poem, “Promise.” Please visit my Amazon author page: 

https://www.amazon.com/Steven-Harz/e/B00AY4SAZ4

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