Wire change cat

I turned the computer on again
the last time I had, a
young man was in critical
condition. He was dead now.

Erwin's unloved pet, and
the tree in the forest.
Except this was the case of a
life, younger than my own,
taken in candlelight. To flare
and flash, to burn away as
the softness and tears,
burned by the wick.
Wax tears shed, but for
wont of the prayer
sure to come in a time
most soon to arrive.

Look, it's a cat, but
where it lived and how
it moved, why it cried
and so how many
were shown its
affections, sure to
be erased as clicks
pass and forever
escape the solace of
our waning peace.