Then blow out the candle
as it may be your last
The days pass
burnt string in melted wax stays
silent and somber
the dancing flame
never crosses your mind
until
you’re reminded of the candle
as a similar sting
fills your throat
with a burning flame
without a second thought
your body lingers
towards the edge
as the dark blue
surrounds the orb;
struggling to maintain its light
now melted wax and burnt string
lay on the shore
and with a long last breath
finally,
you blow out the candle
it is your last
