As I do every night.
The candle has a scent of you,
And I'm taken away to a world of us.
I smile.
Then I cry,
Because you're no longer here,
And all I have is a candle — and a memory.
How I miss the scent of you,
On my skin,
After holding you;
After loving you.
How I long for the real scent of you.
Copyright 2016 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
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