by the fire

a candle burned forgotten in empty room.
soft shadows cast by the flame and it's dance,
mute witness to moment passed,
when by warm light of it's glow
i drank both love and sorrow, hope and loss.

as i waited by the fire far into the night
for a sign that would lead to path of light,
the flame grew small, flickered and stalled.
from dying ember, smoke rose like a ribbon.
it reached, and curled, and drifted,
and floated into darkness,
silent, unseen...

but somehow you knew.
you came back to that room.
softly you smiled, touched your candle to mine,
and then fading, your words lingering on my lips,
again you were gone...

missing you

ok, well, I know you won't see this. but need to tell you anyway. i can list 10 good reasons why I'm wrong for you, and only one reason to still hope, if even a little. you should have the best, even tho i know that's not me. wouldn't ever want to slow you down, or be in your way, or become an embarrassment to you. so i wait quietly here, and you know it will never be too late if you happen to remember me. unless i come apart inside, die from the inside out. throw away all i hope, then all i have, then all i am. for awhile, for you, i was better than ever. but now i'm drowning, or maybe just fading away. like you said, i need to find my own happiness. but i'm so tired, maybe i should just go to sleep... i really miss you, and hope you get to rest, and hope your dreams are coming true. good night, precious one...