Starless Reflection

Someone once asked me,
Under the blanket of a starless night,
Whether was it a flickering slow fade
Or a short burst that took out the candlelight?

So before the moon broke through the clouds
Revealing to him my hideous face,
I bit my lips (rather mild),
And quickened up my pace.

It was quick, It was nice,
I called the shots and cut the splice.
The flame was left to the end of its wick,
But I smiled, I was cool. I was slick.

But before the moonlight catches your eyes,
I should tell you before you think its a lie.
It's so deceiving, it's so delusional
To think that one could lie to preserve his ego.

Fine, a confession:
Maybe it wasn't my slow fade to the wick,
Maybe I wasn't so quick and so slick,
Maybe it wasn't in this way it finished,
Maybe ( just maybe) she had it extinguished.