Last year’s memory

In my mind like candle flicker,
a memory burns low, yet still alive.
Holding on through the frost so bitter,
reminding us all how to survive.

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Those eyes

In those eyes, there came a knowing.
A glance and fall, like a candle blowing.
Within that heart I felt a tear.
A wounded bird, tumbling in air.
And though tears cannot blur from view.
The rushing ground, the distance from you.