La Luz

In our apartment, old 

to you, I sit watching 

• The bedside table 

• 3 stacked novels 

• Beautifully thrifted rose candle 

Everything hand-picked to our liking, 

I never burned the candle until today 

As I light it, I see you

through the smoke, misting away 

I feel my body morph into the candle

watching you above me disappearing

from my presence, memory

I stand there still as a rose, melting

drowning in my leftover shave of wax 

as I sink. 

P.s. I fucking hated the walnut color bedside table