Words by N A Mckay

The clock above the mirror ticks a final
exhausted sigh, whilst

The candle writes its eulogy,
flickering a final time to die

Grateful, for its flame gave the air
A final kiss goodbye.

And holding it to your eyes
I smile,

Choosing not to turn on
The light.


N A Mckay

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