What is, Is.

Ashes

Candles,
bleeding
on the floor

You don't need me
You don't see me anymore.

Reaching
Needing
moan in pain

You don't notice
You hang up again.

Seeming
Meaning
I try to show

You don't get it
and want to go.

It's my fault,
all of it.
So many candles
still unlit.

Through a haze of shadowy dreams
I read your words and want to scream

I long to go back to that loving place
once again touch your kind, sweet face.

But all I did was make you blind
and all I can do now is look behind.

A face of iron,
a heart of stone

The man I see
is now unknown.

The girl I was
is mostly dead

So many reasons
left unsaid.

My words mean nothing
You've heard them before.

My tears even less,
and you're out the door.

Here now in the snow I lie
clutching my matches,
waiting to die.

A life fractured in guttering flame
In visions of happiness,
there is no blame.

I leave you at last
with a last, imagined kiss.

Your little matchgirl
will hardly be missed.