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You probably don't remember.
Not the way I seem to.
I wonder if you think of me.
My touch, my scent, my joy.

Do you recall the time we spent,
the laughter, tears and heat?
Those candles I bought for you,
the slim columns of red.

I remember trying to light them,
with hands you made tremble.
How you smirked at me then,
when you finally found me out.

Acting like I wanted friendship,
when I was aching for your touch.
Now I am too numb to ache,
the energy you brought is gone.

So I sit here watching the walls,
staring at the candles again.
Before you I always looked forward,
but lately I linger in the past.

Releasing you from my self control,
to slip into my hopeful heart.
I need to believe and remember,
in the endless possibilities.

So I stare at the candlelight,
and think back to the nights.
How their flames raged and reached,
competing with our brilliance.

Now they bob and sway normally,
but it looks lethargic to me.
Time is an altered reality,
since you've gone so far away.

Some days seem to fly by,
others can't even crawl.
I never sleep as well anymore,
our bed seems mammoth.

I know my thinking is scattered,
and it flickers from image to image.
But the pieces of me you left
still aren't back together yet.