a candlelit dance

A Poem by Curtis P.

I walk down this empty dark hallway, inch by inch, caressing these walls that used to be filled with your voice. When I hold my breath, I can hear your delicate whispers still. My legs are strong enough to dance alone, as you will always hide in the marrow of my bones. The fire on the wick is playing beautiful symphonies for you and I...praying it burns for eternity.

-Curtis P.

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