Burning the Old

A scented candle you presented me
a year ago, or maybe 2 years back,
has sat beside my loveseat handily,
where I ignited it when skies were black
and air was cold. The new one you just gave
inspired me to light the old and let
it burn away. I had no need to save
it now. I didn’t dream and won’t forget
its inch of wax contained such fragrant powers,
it graced my room for over 16 hours.

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1 Response to Burning the Old

  1. groomie says:

    Well yes but did you burn it at both ends?

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