Burn Brighter

Flick the lighter.
A familiar click.
Flame.
Warmth.

Close it,
Gone.

Look at the side:
Black.
Blue skull.
Life.
Death.

Old couch.
Empty house.

But the flame,
It’s still there.
Somewhere.

Flick it open.
It sparks back,
Burn brighter.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon