The candlelight burns low
I sit still by its side, thinking of you
Scattered memories a solace
For quaking doubts
I whisper for you
The faintest of sounds
Borne on dainty wings
All about me

Tomorrow, you won't remember
Nor perhaps next week
And I may not think of you, too
But sometimes I'll sit
If only to keep the candlelight company
Until the flame finally fades