Silver wax drips down the candlestick
A single flame lights up the room
The white wick crumbles
quickly
Once it’s lit
it’s left
To eat itself
For human pleasure
To fill your humid room
With winter scents
Infused with the love
We had just made
But it’s funny how perspectives change so
Quickly.
The charcoal wax is glued to the coffee table
Looking for a light switch within craters
My voice leaks through the paper duplex
Had the super replaced our front door
Bent and shattered
I doubt I’d even make a sound
Instead I await the next poke from a passerby
Weary to use the padlock tonight
But I don’t remember what you smelt like
Before
My familiar stranger, meeting you again
As an aftertaste
My vespa was laying on her side that morning
She broke a shoulder
Cost me a penny
Lost my head and grew a tail