Darkness envelops me in its impenetrability.
I light a candle and watch its light flicker,
tantalizing me with its slow, seductive dance.
I gaze intently into the bright yellow tongue of flame, searching
for an answer that may or may not show itself.
For a fleeting second, I think I saw your face
in the shifting smoke, uncoiling itself, gray memories
fading into nothing.
(I have become one of those people
who see Jesus in their toast)
The wind is howling outside and I want
to howl my miseries alongside it
but I remain as steady as the wax dripping slowly onto the
wooden table, warm and white.
Don’t stare too long at the candle,
my mother scolds,
you’ll harm your eyes.
I’m already burnt,
in the promise of light
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