Birthday Candle

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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