I light this candle for you,
but it’s really for me.
I need its flame to remember who I
am by recalling who you were.
For twenty-four hours memories flood
the house like the scent of cookies baking,
meals and laughter. Even icy words and brittle
promises leave my heart strangely warmed.
By wax and wick you refreshen time
so long as I can strike a match.