I've knelt before you once, only to ask for your hand....
Though I never thought I'd do it twice, I find myself doing it again...
For an entirely different reason.

With flowers in one hand, and a green candle in the other, I drop before
your marker.
Two dozen roses rest gently against the slab
Placing the candle atop the marble block.

As windy as it is, the wick ingites, wax begins to melt.
The wind blows around, as if to offer a comforting hug.
I watch the midgit flame dance and quiver on the tip.
And as I move to turn, the wind blows out the flame.

I don't know what it was
but lighting that candle and seeing blown out,
finally made me realize that I'll never see you again...
At least you'll have the two dozen roses...
 
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