Candlelight

It is late in the evening.
I have put out all the memories
To dry out in the rain.

Tears trickle outside 
My window pane,
and a candle I lit 
Has split into two.

What does it mean?
Is it a second that has 
Sliced pain and pleasure?
I know not.

All I can think of now
Is my lasagna bubbling
In the oven and scenting
All over the place.