Classic Poem

Once realised, what else was left to do
But part and go our separate ways anew?
I've not set eyes upon him since that night.
Why did we marry? Why did that paper light
I held the match to? Yes, it's gone black out,
Leaving the sticks unkindled, and no doubt
The fire must be relaid before 'twill burn.
But when love fails there is no second turn:
If once the paper doesn't fire the wood,
Or the blazing wood the coal, there's little good
In striking matches to eternity;
They only spurt and flicker mockingly,
Scorching the fingers, to illuminate
Charred litter in the cold bars of the grate.