Once, at 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 night.

Published in The Provo Canyon Review, January 2016 issue.

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