A single word from you is all it takes;
the slightest flame of a candle will
melt the ice of my loneliness, sending
cold water dripping from my form.
But the moment you snuff the candle
those tiny droplets spike into unforgiving
icicles, that cling to my numb skin -
any attempt to chip them away, on my own,
is as futile as screaming into a blizzard.
And if you give that glowing light of
your company, to anyone else,
a gust of envious wind will extinguish
the warmth that you share with me.
The small wax candle, so innocent
at first, grows greedy, starved by even
the shortest moment of neglect.
I can stand strong against the harshest
winter storms, but a moment of silence
from you, and my heart freezes.