are meant to last.
Many just fall apart,
at the slightest touch.
introduced the prelude of an imminent end.
signalled the collapse of a creaking bridge.
must present itself.
And come it should,
before the flame turns into fiery fire.
Out it went,
in a whirl of smoke.
The flickering flames,
finally found its deserved rest.
Extinguished. Relief. Liberation.
I was out for dinner with Stuart and his family. The candles lit on our table reminded me of how weak and fragile friendships can be, especially when too much is to be expected from it.
Oh btw, have I mentioned that Jessy and Erica are simply adorable? 😉