A Candle Waits for Her

A Candle Waits For Her
by
Melchor F. Cichon
April 4, 2014

And then she woke up
And realized
That what were left
In her bed
Were only wrinkled
Bedsheets
And fragrance
Of his perfume.
She tried
To trace back
The moment when they both said
"I do"
And "Till death do us part".
But why did he part
When she was beginning
To raise the level of her desire,
When she was building
A new bridge to catch up
With their lost and bitter moments?
Ah, this must be the moment
Of recollection.
And of payment.
A candle waits for her
At the altar
To light it.