Year after year the candle stood in the window guiding you home
Our hearts filled with anticipation and  anxiety until your arrival
As you turned into the drive I would whisper “thank you Lord”
Now, now the candle in the window  replaced by a black wreath,
your picture hung in the center with grosgrain ribbon
The anxiety now is only in our voices as we cry out  “Why Lord, why ?”
The void left in my heart… unfilled
The longing that flares like the flame of that candle reminds
Of your sweet breath upon my cheek,
Long arms about my shoulders in hugs once more
Bittersweet memories for you.
Like the flame of that candle…gone
My heart holds now only your memory
where new ones we should be making.


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