The Candle flickered.
As did my memories.
Both burn hot, dancing around the room.
Both sear my eyes when I stare too long.
As the lights hit the walls of my room,
I see us at the playground at 2 in the morning.
As the candle flame jumps,
I see the first time you told me you loved me.
My heart flickered in time with the fire.
When the light fades I see my fears and concerns illuminated.
Will I know when to put out the fire?