By candlelight

 

You lit a candle

when writing.

It said

let me be,

I'm in a dreamworld,

a different reality.

 

You lit a candle when home,

to keep your hope warm,

to keep the demons

away from your door.

So you could be you,

and let your heart pour

onto the page.

 

By candlelight

you wrote,

but that was so long ago,

no-one could contain the lightning.

The storm inside so frightening.

No one could store it away,

strip the storm from your day,

rip the darkness from your page,

or still the rivers of rage

that flooded your brain.

 

I walk past your house now

on this dark silent night

and the window where you sat

has a feint flicker of light

but that window has been empty

for so many years.

An empty flame flickers

but no silhouetted thinker appears.

Just memories of old ghosts

that linger on the still, misty air.

stories burnt into the brickwork,

like the tagged graffiti we left there.

Two hearts of fire, entangled together

Weathering the storm, initials burnt forever.

 

 

 

 

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