The flames have been waiting,
seated, neat, above a pink candle,
with the weight of all my wishes wrapped around her head like a crown of thorns.
I never meant to make her the home of my hopes.
I just needed a place to escape to,
a refuge from my reality,
until I had the strength to rebuild,
but she gazes, with gentle eyes,
forgiveness,
understanding,
and together,
we wish for a day when I will wish no more.
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