A Burnt Match

A mystery poem

A Burnt Match

On the floor of my room

today I found a burned match 

that could come only from

the future or the past

time of matches.

Who dropped it here?

I turned to phantoms,

confounding mystery.

I waited for the facts

to be revealed, half in anticipation

and half in terror. And so

it is the world now joins those two feelings

as it comes to an end.