Colored Tears

I
sit
alone
watching
this candle,
thinking of you,
missing you
my love.
T
h
e
wax runs down the side, a colored tear.
Does it weep for all that I have lost? All
that I held dear? Can it sense that I am
nothing but a hollow shell? That I long
for release, but am trapped in this awful
bitter hell? How can I go on without you
in my life? To wake each day and know
that nothing has changed. You are gone
and I am still your wife. Moments of our
life skip across my mind. Snap shots
that leave me aching to have you once
more by my side. You took my love and
held it safe. You loved me all along. I
pray that you are wrapped in warmth
and lulled in death by Gods sweet song.
The colored tears form a puddle at the candles base. For a moment
I swear that I can see your face looking back at me. But the heated
wax cools and I am once more alone.