Bobby Baldacchino

I sit

Enjoying the silence

I light a candle

It caught a draft making it rasp and spit like a desert snake

The flicker of shadows

Creating a life entirely of its own

Two glasses lay empty before me

I fill the one then the other

Knowing only one will be left empty

I brought out my book

And read to you

In the hope that my words would reach you somewhere

Wondering if when you look into the mirror

You see not yourself but someone other than yourself

You promised you would stay till the candle burnt out

The flame flickered out

And so did you