The Candle in the Mirror's Reflection

I watch as the candlelight licks my shadow as our hands move furtively passed each other, never able to touch; a game of cats cradle is roped between our lethargic hearts and soon the night will carve us up like abandoned jack-o-lanterns.  Hollowed and ensnared, I’ll listen when violent stars give voice to my exquisite pain, as solitude glides into me and tells me I will always be alone.