Candle

• Melissa Liu, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

I am wax,
and you are my flame.
When our time runs out,
only a candlewick will remain.
And sometimes I wish you and I
had different names.
Something more like,
Dark clouds and rain.
The seconds I spend with you
are full of misery and pain,
yet they are more precious
than a long golden chain.
I can’t help but try,
It is ignorance that I feign.
But I wish that in our next lives,
We can be a candle again.