Better Candles

I.        

Our bond was of a different kind
but now I feel it fading.

We used to dream up worlds together,
sing songs of different eras, of times past
and cultures

           long gone.

But then you started filling me with
diesel instead of starlight,
and as I forgot the meaning of confidence
          I wondered
when I’d stopped knowing you.
 

II.         

Somewhere amidst this
transformation inside me, this revolution,
         I changed my mind.

Forget songs and stardust,
forget the fairytales we created:
   
         I am different.
 

III.

And you--

you were a bright spot in that darkness
          but now I have found better candles.

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