When The Candle Goes Out

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Cast from a mind 
Hitting a note 

I pass most waking moments 
Thinking of yesterday 

The fire we made that never existed 
Still burns within my heart 

Memories on phones 
Pictures sharpen like stone 

The last light in the room 
A final flicker to be alive 

When the candle goes out 
Never to reach the sky 

That’s what i feel when 
I think of you

The fire we made that never existed 
Still burns in my heart 

by Sam Fawcett

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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