It's 2am
or thereabouts 
and the dwindling candle 
flickers out 
its remaining warmth 
in total darkness
the only trace 
that it was ever 2am
or thereabouts 

To everyone's relief I promptly flick a switch and strike another match to justly set the previous verse alight still wary of a heavy handed heat-death metaphor while the scrap burns itself away as if though anything I ever do is more than my latest humble contribution

---

Back to Micro Essays