The One Who Will Get Away

As you are already going someplace far away, I can’t make myself blow the last candle you lit. It’s suppose to drown in its own wax like the rest of it to stymie all the admiration I’ve collected. But it continued to flicker its light, so tiny yet blinding. I have survived the wildfire you’ve started some time ago, and here you are again, asking me to burn. … More The One Who Will Get Away