Ode to a Candle

This candle
sits
sleeping
without life

with
a touch
of the
fire
only a
kiss
there is life
that destroys
changes
to liquid
hot
a pool
the fire
swims
in
until one day
there is too much
of it.
This candle
that gives
birth
to the life
the heat
to the dark
room
struggles
trying to survive
with
its final
breath
it disappears.
The candle
used up
dead
sits
in the dark
without life
again.

A Love Poem

in a room
in a closet
on a shelf
in a box
are letters and pictures
and presents and smells

they represent true love
a love that was lost
and now all that is left
are the stories each tells.

It will never come back
this first flame of passion
but one small comfort remains

in this box
on the shelf
in a closet
in my room

is empty space
waiting to fill
for when my heart
finally opens again.