The concept was simple
Light the candle to see
Light the candle to send back
Light the candle for hope

A deep i took
When the soul and body matched
And a unspoken prayer
To keep safe, and happy

The fire burned
Day after day
The energy visible
The flame dancing in its glass window
A silent hope
Of something to be free

As the wic shortened
The energy I had did too
Using one as a vessel
And consuming everything around
Just like fire normally does

But the last night of 3 of 3
A final hope
21 hours
Before being snuffed for the last time
The flame flickered
Dimmed, and struggled
But where one could not burn
Another stepped up to help
Fueling the other to live
To just hold on
One more dip of wax, one more breath of oxygen
And from 1 to 2 to 1 once more
Brighter then ever before

The flame grew to be steady and strong and bright
A prayer
A hope
Everything free
And through the night
Shaky hands held a glass tube
The heat warm to the touch
Praying for the light to grow

But as luck, or faith perhaps, would have it
The glass melted away
The heat changing from fire to something familiar
And where hands held glass
They held a different pair that were all too familiar

From the scar on the left side
To the healed bone on the right
Strong, warm, comforting hands

"What have I missed?"
"Alot"
"Why me?"
"Because I never could stop loving you"