A flame flickers in the dark,
A speck of light against the cavernous room.

I want to tell you the truth,
because you deserve to know everything,
about the room and the candle,
and the colour of the shadows.

It's easy really.
They are black,
and I am grey,
and you are not here at all.

I haven't told you everything yet,
partly because I don't think you're ready,
and partly because I like to watch the light flicker.

I hold my palm over the flame and still,
remain silent.