it is when night
arrives and not one
daylight moment
has moved me
not a single warm memory
that would linger after dinner
and spend the evening
like an old friend
no heart kneading
emotional discussion
or life exploration necessary
just a slow-burning candle
who doesn’t say a word
that flickers once in awhile
to let me know this day
won’t be found later
in a trash can
of regret