I lit a candle for you yesterday,
it burned waywardly at first
then steadily:
a haloed flame,
a golden tear drop
telling me that I
should weep
some more for you.
I lit a candle for you yesterday,
I felt your exhaled breath
warm upon my hand,
I breathed it in
like oxygen
so I could live
with you,
some part of you.
I lit a candle for you yesterday
just as I did the day before,
I’ll light another one today,
tomorrow too.
And looking back
through all the precious days
I’ll see a path of golden light
that leads to you.