When you and I were candles,

We kindled each other’s fires

Flames danced on wispy wicks,

We danced in awkward unison-

Stumbling in our radiance.

And the pool of wax it spread,

A puddle of hopes and dreams

A new drop joined now and then

Which flame was which?

Who could tell?

But now my light it flickers,

Drops dangerously low

And sputters seductively,

Only to burn bright again.

And somewhere, I fell-

And now I’m alight on both ends.

And all that remains is a mess

Of waning wax and waxing wishes.


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