I stayed out all alone
in the darkened candlelight
left there on my own
to languish in my plight.
Hiding in the shadows
are cold uneaten meals
what remains of lost echoes
of what used to be real.
A single rose still stands
in the vase of what was
but it is blackened to the stem
a symbol of hurt and loss.
I sat there all alone
at a table meant for two
crying on my own
upon memories of you.
In the darkened candlelight
as it danced its faded gleam
I cried out my bleeding heart
at the loss of hope and dream.
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