Crying in the candlelight
She left me here
To question why.
When will I hear her voice again?
Will I ever again see her smile?
Will I wake to find this is all in my brain?
How will she watch me down the aisle?
Crying in the candlelight
Silent tears down my cheeks
The memories are quick to flow
For weeks and
Weeks
And weeks.
The memories come to my mind
And my vision starts to blur.
Present day is left behind
As I escape to join with her
I remember all our late night conversations
About love,
Life,
And death,
But I never thought
She’d so quickly run out of breath.
I go back to all the fun times
Full of smiles and laughter
And little hands flipping dimes
With a princess to quest after
I think to all the moments
When we all felt safe.
Now we lay here all broken.
Vulnerable and unsafe.
The candle is flickering
Like my hope of her coming back
And when it goes out
My soul will be like the room; black.
Porcelain Prose 