Leaving the lights on in an empty room

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

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