I was the candle,
You were the flame,
We worked together,
But never the same.
I relied on your light,
You relied on my wick,
But when you burned out,
What was I to be called?
You decided to leave,
For your patience burned short,
Afraid we might split,
I offered to stay.
You liked the thought,
For you agreed,
But left me here,
A burden to breed.
You never came back,
Low and behold,
New flames danced with new warmth.
But I still miss it,
The way you lit my existence,
Of how I once meant something,
Without reluctance and resistance.
But you still left.