This one is really interesting... There's a lot of things going on... I was very confused at parts like "how to accept the grave not for eternity but for the arm that has to go"
I sat there and tried to make sense of it... I ended up on the interpretation of letting go of a piece of you instead of being stuck.
The last line confused me with how abruptly it went from the imagery and deterministic nature of a candle's smoke to the nature of love.
To me it reads as a person wanting to break their patterns.
The beginning of the poem sounds to me like wanting to burn down something painful.
And the part about perennial flowers and resilience sounds like a desire for... Stability, reliability, predictably.
Maybe the smoke from the candle was a slow burn pattern of love that was too predictable in a painful way, unlike the wildfire depicted in the beginning...
