The Candle

Poetry
He is the #candle 
I leave, unburnt 
Resting on my nightstand 
The scent has long 
Left an ache in me 
And I dare not inhale 
Too deeply 
But should the night 
Grow weary 
Should fear 
Come to rest 
In the furrows 
Of my soul 
I know 
There is a light 
On my nightstand 
All the same. 

#vss365 ~ A twitter verse

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