His name was Catudhatu

The candle's flames danced,

flickering against my wall

like our summer love.

Six months coursed by fast;

addicted to your sweet love

I gulped it all down.

December came by

and barreled through, leaving me

shattered on the dirt.

Through my cracked window

a gust of wind dries my tears

and blows the flame out.

In Buddhism, the natural elements are a basis for understanding suffering and for liberating oneself from suffering.