With every flicker
I hear the lips that whisper
in an open room
clear like glass
in the dim light I watch the purple wax trickle
questioning why I was chosen and picked
to be guided with such a gift that has often left me feeling isolated
and in the dark I sit with souls that came before
that serves as a reminder that there was once more of us…
The loneliness I feel is not from a crowd that carries me
but from the distance and disconnect from those who had once buried me