As I blow the candle out,
the clock screams 4:25 at me.
I watched as the ember shot out of the votive glass
onto the painted wooden shelf…
I didn’t mind as I continued to watch the ember burn.
I sort of hoped it would eventually stop,
but if it didn’t?
I wouldn’t mind.

It reminded me of you,
actually.
If you continue to burn
I can only hope that youll eventually stop someday too…
We don’t realize it yet,
but that little ember would’ve burned the house down.
And all I could do was watch.