The flame flickers on
and dances, filling
the room with life.
Nothing that keeps
me intrested.
I make shadowy
figurines on the walls.
Birds, a dog, an ox.
Still my mind
keeps propping up
images of you.
Come back into my life.
Its lonely down here.
Though filled with light
it may seem,without you
am always in darkness.
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