Lighter Days – Poem

I hold you in my hand so smooth

Running my fingers over the grooves

Dents from drops when I was small

Scratches from the change you hold

Edges worn and rounded off

Fingerprints inlaid in dust

A lid that flips and shuts with a bang

A wick as black as nights of old

The smell of petrol oh so bold

This lighter is my inheritance

 

It holds the memories of you and me

It reminds me of days no longer be

I see you when I hold it close

I feel you when it’s in my house

The flame so high and bright and bold

It lit the thing that you did hold

It heated up the stick of death

The death that grew and made you sick

I hold it in my hand and bawl.

This lighter is your downfall

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