I feel the breeze of your passing here
love is an ocean wild and free
you are the flame of every candle
a distant light that still flickers
I search for you in the shadows
in the dark corners of the night
every moment filled with longing
your ghostly touch soft and fleeting
you are here, and yet you are not
woven into the fabric of my soul
I carry you in every breath
in every beat of my heart
until the candles burn no more
© Ann Bagnall

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