Dying Of The Light

On the table
The candle sputters
Flame flickers
Almost guttering
But does not die

At the table
A heart yearns
Tears form
As hope fades
She cries inside

At the table
A rhetorically thought
He’s not coming
How cruel
She dies inside

At home
Her heart aches
Her spirit breaks
She drains the glass
And she dies

A Flame Extinguished

An deliberately opaque poem of love, loss and death. A woman waits for a loved on who does not come...