Memories of Youth

Seeing them now is strange
like:

Grasping a burning match
waiting
for the heat to overwhelm
my urge to hold
then let the fire
reach my fingers anyway.

It doesn’t make sense
it can’t.

Just another scene
looping through
a muted film on
the television
nobody paying attention to.

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