Image: ‘Dripping Wax Candles’ by Denis Loebner

In my trembling hand
I hold your last letter
dancing through the dust
in the lost and lightless places
my heart remains here
you are the flame of every candle
an ocean that roams ever free
and I feel the breeze
of your passing here
© Ann Bagnall

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