Sparks On Test

I wanted to burn them,

And watch the flames yellowish-auburn.

Dare you say

Once again that I can’t let go.

The wailing flame,

With every twist and turn,

Will then turn grey;

I won’t touch the ashes though.

To be honest,

My bare hands cannot do it best.

Therefore I handed you the match lest

My tears wet the sparks on test.

Just then you blankly proclaim

You don’t owe me anything under the sun.

So I lighted the match

And stared at them, but hey!

Slowly the eyes started to flow,

Not to extinguish but to ignite it all with zest.