the unlit candle

I bought a candle
neither for some warmth
nor giving light;
but for some mood,
some atmosphere,
to show my heart aright.

He doesn’t want my heart,
he said,
by leaving it unlit;
I’ve tried
against his nature
to exact a perfect fit.

The gift
was not rejected full
he’ll keep it
in the drawer;
I gave the option:
“pitch it”
stoking fires
of colder war.

I may have done
the gifting wrong,
the candle’s purpose off;
Seems like it’s
warmth and light
we need
when heart elicits
scoff.

We’re in that place
where round meets square
Connection – will we find?
Who lasts longer?
Time will tell,
as blind keeps leading blind.

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