Candle Wax
I rise – only to descend
Trying so hard to pretend
I haven’t lost the best of me
All the boisterous years
Of twilight rendezvous
Melt like sugar cubes
Within my morning tea
The yellow papered walls
Filled with faded roses
Call me back into a time
When we waltzed about
The room where I now sulk
Gone too soon
You drip like candle wax
Within the mind of me
I chip away the bits
Trying frantically to pick
Up pieces of the memories
That remain
All I need is you
Now what am I to do
You’ve gone
And I’m about to go insane
I’m burning
Without you
To cool the flame
©Kay Salady
Posted on September 3, 2013, in poetry and tagged boisterous, burning, candle wax, descend, drip, faded roses, flame, insane, kay, memories, morning tea, rendezvous, rise, sugar cubes, sulk, twilight. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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