My latest five-line, original poem is inspired by true events, as one might say. While you listen, enjoy the latest song I’ve been bingeing on Spotify:
The Wax in the Cupboard
In my cupboard sits a clump of wax that was once birthday candles.
The years and flames since rendering the numbers lost to history.
It could have been three; my first birthday with her, and you.
Or six; my last before she, and you, began to age without me.
I wonder if the wish blown into them ever came to be.