Unextinguished Flame

UNEXTINGUISHED FLAME

My day closes as it began. As a lit
candle, I write of the love that
burns in my heart. Tears drop
at the memory of what we
both had, and lost, as this relationship
ends.

2011-07-04
P. Wanken

Written for Carry On Tuesday’s prompt to write a poem using a part or all of the first line of Edna St. Vincents poem First Fig: “My candle burns at both ends.”