The short relationship from a perpendicular line
It was the match you lit last week
Giving off a light in the bathroom
An immediate sensation backed by years of experience
The smoke swirled away like dust caught in the updraft
You felt it causing heat and sensed you were part
It burnt chemicals in the air to work right
This was a real thing that you touched
A thing that set nerve endings to warm
Set your mind to contemplating its fate
You were touching it; it was real and existed
For a brief moment all you thought about
Was this amusement to the eye
Then after the flame and heat died in a blink
A flick of the wrist and in the trash
You did not think about it the next day
Did not dwell or consider its life after
It existed for this brief space as a thing
The brief friendship of two things
It burnt chemicals in the air to work right
Mark, 2010
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