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.