Cheap candle

Oh, poor candle, you light candle. How bad it was when you came to know that she only wanted to
burn you in her stages. You poor and miserable candle that after burnt can have no use for anybody.
Candle, you, black candle that lonely extiguishes its short life with fake fires that torment your
memories time after time. Candle that devoted yourself to her and now have no value and no meaning.
Host candle and witness candle, flesh candle and bone and wishes:burnt candle now extinguished with tears. Passion candle of fake passion, love candle of fake love.
Cheap candle that everybody can buy and throw to trash. What meaning could your existence have on this world when your light has now no value anymore? May your wax last for long and your string be long enough to glow again with a pure light. But you are not now the same candle: now you are not new but used and nasty candle with wax dropplets all around and with a string that now black and dirty may not be wanted anymore. May your light some day disolve these dropplets and may you glow some time with a new light, without her. Will it be possible? who knows, only time will tell.