The Slow Passing of a Flame

Once I would light a candle
And set it in our view
Upon our dining table
In front of me and you

Where we would sit opposite
While staring through its light
And not notice it dwindling
The fading into night

Until the flame would flicker
Consuming all the wick
And we'd always made a comment
How that burnt through so quick

I always replaced the candle
With a new one in the holder
For the next moment we shared
So the flame would never smoulder

Now that was weeks ago
Yet the candle still stands tall
Because you have not returned
The reason why I stall

But now I'll light the candle
Although your seat stays bare
So my eyes can search for you
Though will never find you there

I still search for your warmth
By starring into its flame
As this will blur my vision
In the hope that I'll reclaim

But no longer will it dwindle
Because gone is all my pleasure
When once you would move us both
Now the candle wick won't measure