He was the first to say it,
What she had always felt.
With 3 words their candle was lit,
The wax began to melt.
The flame had it's bright days,
It had it's weak one's to.
The wind blew at it from many ways,
But somehow it pulled through.
The wick held strong,
through thick and thin.
Together they trudged on,
She was sure that they could win.
Something changed then,
He slowly drifted away.
He left her wonderin' when,
His eyes would turn her way.
The words he'd said so often,
The looks she saw him give,
How long ago had it been,
Since he had let them live?
He'd often left her alone,
On days he'd said he'd come.
Talked to her in the annoyed tone,
That made her anger drum.
One day she got fed up,
Couldn't take his shit no more.
It knocked over the full cup,
Of all the pain she had in store.
Said things she wished she didn't,
Things that she would come to regret.
Did it in a way she wished she hadn't,
His reaction she wouldnt soon forget.
Silence was his first answer,
"Whatever" came in next.
She'd of hung that phone up faster,
If the button could of been pressed.
Something didn't settle inside her,
She didn't like the way it ended.
But with the things about to occur,
She shouldn't have tried to mend it.
He blew out their candle,
Snuffed the flame completly.
Left her on her own to handle,
Her own crushed heart weakly.
As the smoke curls up from the dead wick,
And she holds the broken candle decrepitly,
A single tear in her eye forms thick,
Before she breaks down completely.
And through her sobs she ponders,
One question unabatedly.
And all the time she wonders,
"Why did he stop loving me?"