When you came back, the flame disappeared. The aroma surrounding me slowly faded away. The only thing left was the lingering path of smoke that eventually died out with everything else. The wax solidified around the wick and could no longer be lit again. As we sat in darkness, we reminisced about the spark we used to have that is now gone forever. We talked about the good times that were absorbed by the bad. The times we have spent together dissolved into a dark space In my head. I wondered where it went wrong. Distance blew out our flame.