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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Vanessa Burden


Our Burning Wick

You'd so simply relight our affair –
Our burning wick-
With each growing sunset.

No longer is there that red wax,
With the darkness all the same.
And somehow,
I find myself surrounded
By a plentifulness of candles.
With I in the center,
Holding close a match,
Uneasy with the thought,
Of lighting another.