The Little Moments

Secrets whisper in its presence
Always listening, never speaking.
Wishes, hopes, dreams.
A desire for love,
Or a lust for money.
All whispered under one’s breath.
In the presence of a flickering flame

It remains silent
Yet it has so much to say.
Secrets spilling outwards
Waves of heartbreak and unachievable dreams
Crashing downwards onto the shore
Drowning those that stray too close.
Yet it remains silenced. Obediently muted.

Eventually the box will empty; red tips burnt black
Emptied and discarded
Memories filled with happiness and laughter.
This match’s life was extinguished on a birthday cake.