This is a poem of thanks,
one so different from all my downer thoughts –
a change of lyric brought by a change
of pace, of place, of people –
a reminder of friendship,
of a flickering few candles
still somehow burning
against the darkness of my loneliness.
Your warmth has disproven me before,
and here I am, meeting you
in the chatter of a coffeehouse
the din of a crowded nightclub
the sweet of a secret restaurant
to diminish the distances
that once separated us
in body as much as in heart.
The absence is returning soon,
and we must not waste
we must not want
for the shortness of our closeness
is a blown breath against the flame
shared in confidence and after years
of trust borne, and reborn.
We each carry our candles in solitary fashion,
waxing earthward with each waning hour,
ever gasping for another mouth of air
grasping for another hand of heat
to merge with ours,
someone to share in the smoke
to synchronize the dance of our fires
so that we may, even if only for seconds longer,
remember to let ourselves burn brighter.