There were few.
I only asked for one to fall,
So I could too.

They stood steadfast
When I implored the wind
To send a persuasive draft
Through the window.

One fell, my wish granted.
But as I watched its decadent descent,
I witnessed another.

That’s two.
Two had fallen.
I only desired one,

Although I coaxed desperately to them all,
Hoping one would give in
And satisfy my longing

The second sent a third stuttering forward,
Only to be brought parallel to the floor.

There were few.
I only asked one to fall,
So I could too.

But they all fell,
In a trickling movement,
One after the other,
Succumbing to my wicked luring.

And now I am left standing,
While they wait expectantly
For me to fall for one of them.