it feels like it’s been lifetimes
since the last time i lit the candle
i only let burn when you’re around.
the flowers we picked together
have died and the blood you smeared
on the glass in my room is now commonplace.
i weep sad songs at night right before bed
because you should be lying beside me
on the floor of my parents’ house
and giggling until two in the morning.
come back so the wax can melt into my skin
and give me marks to cherish you by forever.