Single Use Only
A match ignites with a blazing crack,
breaking itself into pieces,
burning itself out,
until it's left on the ground.
A full book is now an empty box,
tucked in a hole, jaded and lost,
voices echo from a vessel spent,
but empty corners fill up with doubt.
Fingers, blistered, move, up and down,
trying to stay on track,
counting all the backs,
that have turned away,
when they've tried to reach out.