She and he were meant to be.
And were kept apart for
Unjust Reasons. He stayed
Nearby, because of a promise made,
but not far enough.
She fed his legacy
Because it was also hers.
But not.
When that life was
Taken,
She went into a deep depression,
And was away for a while.
Eventually she came
back, though she'd gotten close to staying.
She had learned
about Light, and matches, that if they are made with silver nitrate and a human
Consumed them,
They would combust and all would be still.
They were reunited,
Because circumstances changed,
And they reignited,
But did not consummate.
Or they did.
Not important.
Because of Another promise, they were still officially hidden,
Till finally and with great fanfare that promise was fulfilled, and
They joyfully joined
Hands.
The skins were less supple, and though they tried to be slow,
His heart gave
Out too much.
She alone again, ate
All the matches she could find,
and reached out.
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