life, light, love ... loss.
Redemption, remembrance, absolution, regret.
Sweet grief, sweet warmth.
Better things, better times, better days, bitter memories.
Numb and wandering around blind, enfolding embracing the void.
The intrusive injuries of time that lay buried here.
A candle for warmth, a candle for hope.
Your spirit lingers still to guide, to strengthen, to light.
My Purest Candle
© Chris Northey 2018