candlelight

      if        there is one          might
          ever               thing i         think about, it is that
     i
    am
   like a
   candle,
  burning up
   faster
    than i
      can
  scarcely
  breathe in,
  but when my
  time comes,
  i will take
  one final,
  last breath,
  not quite a
  sigh, and not
  quite a whisper,
  then i will heave it out and the light will fade.
  even so, the smell of my smoke will linger forever on.