Once, by night, long ago,
in the deep corner of my room,
I lit a candle and prayed for us,
for one almost dying love,
that recovered and lasts till today.
The candle is burnt,
but, in the deep corner of my drawer,
I preserve the matchstick that ignited
one blessed flame in that dark a night.
Published in The Provo Canyon Review, January 2016 issue.