With a thought holding on by a lighters flick,
he cannot blind the thought it's too thick.
She still had life left in her candles wick.
He walked through the door with his head down.
Watched each step get set on the ground.
Thinking about the love that he found.
Throwing his keys at the tables scratched top,
an old habit of hoping they pause before they drop.
This one time an omen comes because they stopped.
Stood still with a look of pain and despair.
Today head down without a worldly care.
His loves life was lost and wasn't spared.
He will always feel the softness of her,
always remember the memories that stir,
and will think about that day for sure.
One thought comes and festers his night.
Losing his love, now a burnt in sight,
turn on the gas stove and of a candle, light.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 14th, 2025 05:07
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Wow! this one moves from gentle to explosive. A poem of loss and difficulty adapting with dire consequences. Very well done and with a powerful feel to the ending.
It depicts how love ends with tragic tone
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