HOW MANY MILES. .?

I try to
get back to

the you
before you

died.

You flicker
in the candlelight.

I am trying to
not let the forgetting

happen
to you

but you begin to
fade and falter.

You tell me to let you
...go...

That it will be easier
for me.

But I would rather own
the pain of this love.

Hold you all the tighter.

Smuggle you in a dream
across death's border.

You are beyond Babylon
...the many miles to...

The childhood rhyme
I told you.

"Can I get there by candle light..?"
I ask the dark.

"...there and back again..."
the emptiness echoes.

Each night I fetch
your ghost

feeding it my pain
to keep you here again

only to have to
return you

when morning brings a new day
you can never know.