Memories

As I leave you, your light dims.
For a brief moment it flickers so weakly, undecided, then disappears.
Your light is your own,
But I am desirous.
Those bittersweet fragments of your memory that I keep at bedside
Are an indulgence which preludes that moment before sleep.
They manifest into dreams,
And when I wake they dissolve like a distant memory.
Do we share the same memories,
Or has my light been extinguished for good?