The Burning Candle

As I was dancing in the air

I saw Timothy sit beside me

I did little flips and flops with flair

But his face showed no glee.

As the floor beneath me began to melt

I was getting desperate for attention

But when I saw Tim’s face, how he felt

I forgot about my slow bereavement.

As I felt a chilly wind behind me

I started to get nervous

I wanted Tim to notice me

But he was in his world of grievance.

As I stood there motionless

I saw Tim looking even sadder

I tried to do new fire tricks

But he wasn’t getting any gladder.

I heaved a sigh, coming out as smoke

Tim’s eyes filled with tears

I felt sorry for the poor bloke

I couldn’t do anything but bear.

As I gave up on helping him

I heard a car pull up outside

Tim ran to see who it was

He came in with his dad beside him.

I didn’t know the exact story behind his sadness

But I was very happy for him

Seeing him with his cheery dad

It showered me with plenty of bliss.