A match that burns.
Time that does not stop.
Pockets of charred air
leave footprints on the floor,
sooty and timeless,
like that of you and I.
A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be foundย here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry.
Reblogged this on In a Writer's Words.
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