Calling You Home

Night falls
and in the dark room
I light a candle.
The shadows on the walls dance
and I watch them slowly unfolding
my deepest memories of you,
your face, your voice, your presence,
the way your warmth affects me,
our bond rising from the roots of me.
The flame flickers,
my tears fall,
and my vision sinks
into the rising mist
searching for you.
You spread all around me,
a landscape of absence
illuminated with the tender light
of the weeping flame.
Sleep overcomes my tired eyes
while the candle keeps vigil,
burning an endless prayer
calling out for you so that
through the dark shadows
you may find your way home.

I miss you, Sarah. Your absence is a knife planted in my heart.

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