may the candle burn slow
tonight,
as i fumble through
random conversations
of scattered days
and nights
and hours in between,
may the wind come
in whispers,
tonight, as i search
your voice
amongst the ruffling leaves
and your touch
in the warm breeze
may the stars not tire
tonight,
as i trace the last
path we traveled,
the last laughter we had
amongst the living
pebbles and stones
and butterflies
may these tears fail
tonight,
to vanish the smile
you drew in my heart
and a promise
not life can keep
because forever stays
and that's where
you live
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