I still remember the twinkling candle

and how it melts and trickles like autumn leaves.

You spark it up with your lighter,

or on some days, with your glittering wink.

You always walk like you had a sparkle in your step,

electrifying the turned faces that stop and stare.

How could a smile so golden

be tainted with shadows from the inside out?

Was I too stupid

to see the spotlighted broken heart on you sleeve?

Or maybe I was blinded by your comforting glow.

You still illuminate rooms with your presence,

even with your shadows flowing out towards me.

I still see the flame in your spirit,

but it flickers on and off

like how your lighter won’t create a spark anymore.

We watch the candle burn out

and melt to a beige puddle,

finally becoming at peace with the darkness.