Burned Out Flame

Our love was crushed in the wind of the night

The flame burned out before we could reach the light.

Would I give up the moment that the light was ignited?

To fill the gap of space you left in the place of my heart-shaped candle.

I wouldn't be writing this without your flame...

I still need something to blame.

A part of me feels responsible

I blew out the candle. It smelled too good.

I didn't want to waste my time on something that would eventually burn.

Will I ever find that match again?