Candles

Birthday Candles

Lights are off and the world is not invited so it is barred out.
My friends, hollow eyed shadows, dressed,
Holding tiny glasses that don’t fit right in their hands,
Like Dad’s playing tea parties with their little girls.
Family are here too,
And it’s funny how some of them don’t seem to belong in the same room anymore.
Strange like candles on cakes,
Or candles lit during the day in rooms where we have electricity.
Everyone sings and it’s a car crash,
Voices twisting over each other.
The wish teeters on one leg
And weeps pale wax onto the icing,
But the icing is white too, so nobody can really tell.
Blow it out, quickly.

 

 

Candles are Lit for the Dead

Lights are off and the world is not invited so it is barred out.
My friends, hollow eyed shadows, dressed,
Holding tiny pamphlets that don’t quite fit right in their hands,
Like Dad’s playing tea parties with their little girls.
Family are here too,
And it’s funny how some of them still don’t seem to belong in the same room.
Strange like candles on cakes,
Or candles lit during the day in rooms where we have electricity.
Everyone sings and it’s a car crash,
Voices twisting over each other.
The memory teeters on one leg
And everyone is weeping,
But the room is dark so nobody can really tell.
Don’t blow it out.

 

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