The lighter is gold. Still, its golden colour does not convey positive recollections. I remember when it was first given to me.
The lighter has time-wheels on it. It already made me know, at that time, what would have happened
Click: I opened it. The smell of the petrol: I lit my sigarette.
I am now staring at it, after fifteen years. Distant memories of abandonment fill my mind, letting me remember how foolish I was to think that it could have worked.
Things pass, and some remain. I kept the lighter because it is a reminder: Never make the same mistake again.