A Rite Of Passage

There's candlelight flickering in the room; it's asking questions again and again:    
With whom did you part? Why did you part? Why,oh, why, oh, why did you not have him stay?    
The candle and her body burn within; a rite of passage, as wax and tears drip,    
While the brave face fades and inglorious memories of hardness just melt away;    
They are replaced by an utterly, hopeless void that sucks away endurance,    
Far better and more completely than she ever sucked or squeezed him, I can tell you;
And acceptance and inner strength are washed away, flooding into the darkest night,      
Along with the stiff lip, and the no one needing to notice the journey is long    
And will outlast all the candles, the tears, the wax and that final burning parting.