Candlelight

I wrote this in remembrance, those strokes of candlelight across the sky, recall those foregone times, the rendezvous of youth need not apply. I know it's not that easy, but I need you to give me a glimpse into that way; I live my life by your thread, I never thought you'd hand me the bouquet. If time is but an essence, then why didn't life just paint you that way? A stroke of hopeless mind, holds no cards in the game of life today. Still, I paint you here, as the candlelight proves dim across the sky; you'll never go unnoticed, through your absence you will make your mark in time.