I've been a flat-footed candle,
lighting lanterns in the moonlight along my path
for you to follow and find me.
Where I fell, the world did burn.
Consumed all that once surrounded my flaming outstretched Nothing; singed and sighing, you left me down.
Left me to rest, burning holes in upholstery next to the nightstand, maintaining an empty ashtray.
Until the Sun rose,
and I tasted the scent of your unpleasant morning-breath.
Felt the wind from between your lips fall over my scorching
like fleece garments covering cold skin.
Like a hand over my mouth and nose;
not just to silence, but to suffocate.