Lighter

Flick…. Flick…. 
There goes that lighter, always trying to light but the chaos blows it out before the sparks catch. 
It tried  for so long I think it ran out of fuel. No more fuel, no sparks, no light. 
Flick… Flick… Flick… 
It’s been so long, and no sparks, why does it keep trying? Why won’t it give up? 
The lighter hasn’t worked in months, why won’t it stop trying? 
Flick… Flick… Flick….. fli… 
And the incessant sound continues like a drip from the drain. It’s boring watching a lighter with no passion try to ignite.  I’ve been listening for months and nothing happens. 
Flick… Flick…  Flick..
I looked up and met your eyes.
and sparks flew...
Chocolate brown that holds a warm gaze. For the first time in months, I see the flame but not from my lighter, from yours. 
You put your lighter to mine and lit it, like the flame of my soul. It had gone cold. 
You lit a flame of passion for me with your soft lips and whiskey eyes. 
No more flicks, instead breathes the music of passion; of fire.