Please don't.
It ends badly.
There is nothing crueler.
The absence in the eyes of
your lit up face would
create a dissonance.
I would contort myself
this way and that, checking
behind my shoulder, from under
My legs, for
your approval.
Which would never come.
If the candle burns out,
blame the wind,
but don't say you can see
me in its light.
Just walk away.
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