There is no reprieve when you go away
how long last the day
crawling from hour to
hour without you
worse even the longer nights
when your silence fills me
leaves me just as empty
a new moon that never
waxes
and I am left perpetually in the dark
longing for a spark
or
even the flickering of a candle flame
I can barely protect from the wind
always at the point
of snuffing out
if not for my
persistence
at keeping it lighted
even when no hope exists
except the hope I bring to it
the palms of my hands
around it
warmed by needing to keep it alive
if only for my own
sake
when all else has
fallen into dark
it is the spark that
keeps this flame lit
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