Combustion

Memories define, realign, it's convalescence. 

I can be at peace when I'm in your presence. 

But the character format you seem to fit the most,

Is little more than an ambiguous host. 

Just a ghost in a lamp light, shadowed and shaken,

And the relationship won't fit these rules we're breaking. 

So we'll follow this road, how long till the penny drops?

Till the doors to this room, twist, turn,  click and unlock. 

And even though we've been somehow insightfully jealous,

It's only because we want to believe what they tell us. 

How long has it been since this bond was created?

Go on, press the red button, instigate-it. 

Program initiated. 

Memories define, realign, it's an abduction, an obstruction to reconstruction. 

A situation that was painfully free of introduction. 

So where will we stand when it comes to combustion?