What thoughts must have coursed….

What thoughts must have coursed
Through the mind of the jilted lover
Rejected, as she watched
Her flame dance around another wick,
Melt another pool of wax?
I read nothing on her neutral face,
No twitch of countenance betraying
Her brooding on betrayal; only that candle,
One of a hundred in the hall,
Casting a warm light on the wedding table.