Cinnamon Ghosts
By Mara1121

I didn't know I'd kept it,
thought I'd thrown them all away
so I couldn't read your words again,
help keep the pain at bay.
Thin and fragile in my hand,
the letter beckons me
to open oft read pages
of a faded fantasy.
"I'm so very tired tonight,
but it's not yet time to sleep
I'm full of waking dreams right now,
And promises to keep
We'll walk down to the water
when you come visit me
we'll watch diamonds and their shadows
tumble on the sea.
I want to show you snow capped mountains
that reach to kiss the sun,
then watch them cast their phantoms
when waking hours are done.
We'll light the candles you have saved
for a cinnamon scented night
small fires that will symbolize
our love burning bright.
Seems I've written you a novel,
but the words you read are true
It's time for me to sleep now, love.
I'm filled with thoughts of you."
I never went to visit you..
and you never came for me.
We couldn't transcend distance
so we set each other free.
I never lit those candles..
I put them out of sight
the way I hid your memory,
but it's here with me, tonight..
I take the candles from the place
that kept them out of view
strike the match and light the wicks,
then watch the flaming hue
billow wispy, smokey cinnamon ghosts..
and i'm filled with thoughts of you.

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