My hand outstretched, reaching for your closed heart
Reaching down, hoping you won’t fall apart
In your palm stands a candle burning
The warmth and light you’ve been yearning
But it’s light is abating
And it’s warmth has been excruciating.
Now the light is long gone
And I couldn’t go on,
The candle and I left you in the dark
With the remains of our spark.
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 4:51 AM UTC
My hand outstretched, reaching for your closed heart
Reaching down, hoping you won’t fall apart
In your palm stands a candle burning
The warmth and light you’ve been yearning
But it’s light is abating
And it’s warmth has been excruciating.
Now the light is long gone
And I couldn’t go on,
The candle and I left you in the dark
With the remains of our spark.
Sometimes I feel like you’re holding on to things that hurt you instead of reaching for the ones that are trying to help. But time can and will run out. Eventually that helping hand will get tired of waiting for one that is too busy hurting itself.