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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