The candlestick maker

You’re like that.
A nimble soul.
A twilight firefly,
pausing to each.
Lighting our stubby black wicks.
The paraffin glows once more.
It’s nothing personal,
I know now.
I’ll see you sometime, maybe, eh?
How much spark have you left?

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