Darling, i see you face
like a burst of brilliance in the dark
flashing too bright
like a light bulb
before going out
Darling, your beautiful smile
minutely persists
like a streak of white smoke in the dark
a short-lived
glow-hazy flicker
of memory
whatever will i do
when all that remains
is a littered unlit place
spent matchsticks scattered
in the cavernous
confines of my mind?
intotheindigo 
Hah! Hah! Very clever this – a somewhat unique twist to the he-loves-me, he-loves-me-not….but with better visuals…
Thank you…actually never thought of it that way Eric, a fresh perspective always surprises me =)