his throat swells leaving him tacit,
had things to say that are now only thoughts,

she looks beautiful tonight not in a lustful way.
she is glooming with an energy that would be hard to justify with words,
he wants to say 'stay'. he can't.

as the match's flame draws to a close and the odor fades
he can only think of the what if's.
annoyed at this.

they embrace each other, if only in their minds.
the dawn approaches and they will be gone.
but for now, they are the soul propriators.