You lit it once, then left it out
Burned a while, then filled with doubt
Wax pooled where your fingers paused
Like something warm we almost lost
The wick still bends toward sound
But no flame comes around
Half-used candle, slumped and slow
Still remembers your afterglow
I never moved it from the shelf
Too scared it might forget itself
I check each night before I rest
If it holds your quiet guest
The scent’s too faint to speak your name
But lingers soft, like hidden flame
The glass is fogged with tiny scars
From where we wished on falling stars
Half-used candle, slumped and slow
Still remembers your afterglow
I never moved it from the shelf
Too scared it might forget itself
You said we don’t relight the past
But left this light that burns so fast
Half-used candle, out of shape
Tells a story I can’t escape
And though its light is nearly through
I swear some part still burns for you
