There in the Dark
I still burn the candle at both ends
And in the middle.
But, once in a while,
I blow it out
And just relax in the dark.
Alone
There in the dark,
I find myself again.
Get reacquainted.
Make a little conversation.
Shed a tear or two.
Share a laugh or four,
With the better part of me.
It's not always quiet,
There in the dark.
But once in a while,
Quiet descends
And I hear the beat of my threadbare heart.
Not worn out.
Just well used.
And when I think
Maybe its time
To strike another match.
Rekindle the flame
And add to the pile of wax that will be there
when I am long since gone,
A sound comes from over my left shoulder.
And someone plops down next to me
There in the dark
And says,
"Wanna piece of pie?"
© Catch Ideas 2002
