There used to be a candle on my table
Placed under an old, frail drawerIt carried souvenirs of the yore
And a vintage rustic smell I loved
It was kept the same way, unlit and unsoiled in perpetuum
But one day,I broke the rule,
And with a match the candle bloomed
It illumed the room and dismissed my gloom
I re-lived my dearest treasuries
That night, I re-lived my precious memories
By the next morning the candle had deliquesced
What left of it was its melted wax and its pleasant whiff
My room smelled the same as my candle did
A vintage rustic smell I loved
Which reminded me of memories beloved.