The candle stood alone before the window, on that dark and endless night. The flame flickered and it grew, mesmerized me with it's light. Much like the pain I knew, the fire replaced my feeling. All my thoughts, hopes, and losses, a single flame revealing. Immersed with love, the candle tightly in it's stand. Feelins safe and secure, ourselves in each others' hand. The match burned the wick, like you have burned me. Slowly disintegrating the string, and my will to be. Wax streaming down the side, as the tears wash down my face. A feeling those discarded feel, that even time cannot erase. In an hour there is nothing, the string has burned to the end. I look as the final flame extinguishes, and I know we won't make amends. The candle is now gone, with an empty sheathe to show. Would you ever know that beauty was there, if you had not watched it go? Our love is like that candle, was once shimmering and bright. The trail of smoke the only reminder, that something now dead was once so right.
Reason for writing:
Heartbreak, of course. I would love comments. Thanks.
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