I look across the table
at my beautiful husband,
his olive face gazing back at me
intently.

Suddenly,
his face starts dripping like wax and he screams
"¡Querida mía, ayúdame!"
I rushed over to his side of the table
and tried to stop the spillage with a napkin but he slipped away.
All I could hear now were his muffled attempts to call out for help.

I buried him that day over by the tree where we met.
I just wish that he didn't see the horror on my face as he melted away from me,
like a **candle.