Flicker of Memory

I struck the match, watching the flame start to dance,

a flicker of light in the shadowed expanse.

As laughter comes rushing, half-remembered, it glows,

forcing me to reckon with what time still bestows.

The warmth of the fire brings solace and pain,

old voices around me, a bittersweet strain.

Each spark is a memory, flickering bright,

reminding me gently of love lost to night.