It's off I know I saw it click

It's off, I know. I saw it click.

But then the doubt, a sudden prick.

Did it quite catch? The flame, is it out?

That little voice, that whispering shout.

I turn back, my steps are slow,

to check the knob, again, I know.

Twist it hard, a firm, hard snap,

just for the quiet, in this trap.

But turning away, the feeling returns,

a ghost of heat, a lesson unlearned.

It tugs again, a tightening screw.

I'll be back, for the fourth, or two.