Candle On The Table

The door creeks open
A candle is seen on the oak table's center
Wax melting
Flame flickering

Your shadow slithers from each wall and rests on the candle-lit table
Your hand trembles forth anticipating emotional discovery
A letter lays near the glow of the candles light
A sigh is heard and words are whispered from your hesitant breath

Is he gone?
Is this a last goodbye?
I do not want to know what I did wrong!

Fear is overcome by a fragrant letter
Your unsure eyes gaze on words written on unfolded paper
Eyes glow, words jump out with silent joy
It reads,
"This candle rests in the center of a darkened room to show you that you are my light"

The silence is broken by an unseen familiar presence
Your head turns in hope and faith
Is it the candles deliverer?

Shortened Version:

The door creeks open
Your shadow slithers from each wall and rests on the candle-lit table
Is he gone?
Fear is overcome by a fragrant letter
The silence is broken by an unseen familiar presence.