Matchstick

I am the blackout,
The failed stove, the misplaced torch.
In the saddest, coldest moments,
I am the fireplace to bring us together.

I am the romantic evenings,
The flames of your birthday wish, the fireworks of the New Year.
In the most blissful, memorable moments,
I am the sparkler of the party.

I am the artificial bushfire,
The thread of explosion, the fatal smoked poison.
In the most unfeeling, thoughtless moments,
I am the fuel of those so foolish to kill.

I am tall and smooth,
The warmth and love, the dishonest and disbelief.
In the most shadowy, confined moments,
I am the insignificant matchstick in the box, respectful for your choice of whom I am.

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