The candles atop my cake sparkled tonight.
They listened carefully as my thoughts and prayers traveled through their wicks and turned into a heated blaze.
A burning thirst.
My whispered silence was suffocating.
The flames dwindling and flickering under the weight of it all.
The stifling burden of a birthday wish, that will go ungranted.
I piled my hopes and dreams onto those flickering flames.
Shoving my desire and longing into their wax, forcing it down.
I know it is bad luck to speak of your wishes after youve made them,
but tonight I will.
Deep within those candles and the smoke that followed,
there was a whispered prayer.
One for you.
One for us.
A wish for you to come back.