Candle

She sat behind closed curtains
Staring at nothing
The light gone from her eyes
The chin candle no longer used.
 
She waited for death
A relief of sorts
No longer active
No longer cared.
 
Her life had been long
With many twists and turns
The good bad and ugly
Rolled into one.
 
No longer concerned with
Life outside the window
Only the magnitude of her naval
Pursued her to the bitter end.