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.