5 candles
I looked into the light of 5 candles
and saw the memory
of your face
staring back at me.
I looked into the light of 5 candles
remembering how
softly and sweetly,
they danced pirouettes in your eyes.
And when I told you
how beautiful you looked
in such candlelight,
you blushed, looked away.
We were so vulnerable
sitting there that night,
apologising through
the blending of our eyes and lips.
And now the melting of jasmine oil
caresses my nose,
and fills the air
I once shared with you.
The steam is all around me
humid and comforting
it hugs my body,
the way you once did.
But it also chokes me
makes me wrinkle my nose,
how can something that calms me so
be the one that steals my breaths?
So I lay here
gazing into the light of 5 candles
wondering:
do you see me, too?