The Candle

One day,
You gave me a new candle.
It was a wonderful, winter
Forest smell.

That night,
I smoked a cigarette
And lit the candle.
Letting it burn,
Down to the very wick.

It was inevitable.
Just like the candle,
We were dying out and
Neither of us could stop it.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Wow, this is simple yet says so much about a dying love, slowly fizzling out.
Well done!

[VelvetRosetta]

Ending love, dying flames...so sad yet we all go through it at some point in time, almost seems inevitable.

[PadfootBlack]

Fantastic. The structure adds to the power of the words.