One Way to End an Affair

[71degrees]

A candle’s dying
makes the candle
live longer, as nothing
is not by its own ceasing
still alive—

not time, nor light,
nor my love for you.

Everything is red
at some point in its existence:
ecstasy consumed,
some a bit shorter—

like paraphrasing
my love for you.

All things are like candles,
even heavy stones—

even my love for you.