Submitted love poem


DYING OF THE LIGHT

This s what happens when you are careless of who you give your heart to


On the table

The candle sputters

Flame flickers

Almost guttering

But does not die

 

At the table

A heart yearns

Tears form

As hope fades

She cries inside


At the table

A rhetorically thought

He’s not coming

How cruel

She dies inside

 

At home

Her heart aches

Her spirit breaks

She drains the glass

And she dies

© Paul Curtis