I lit a candle for you.
The chapel was empty but the light was still shining through-
I don’t know why I did it, but I lit a candle for you
and just as soon as I had,
I ran out clutching my heart and gasping for air
and I stood outside in the courtyard
looking at the exquisite gothic architecture and
lines, avoiding the vortex of sadness
that constantly tries to take over my life.
Still, I lit a candle for you.
I don’t even know why-
You never believed in these things and neither do I.
Maybe I lit a candle to keep you alive
Somewhere between the archways of this cathedral and the glass stained windows all around.
I lit a candle for you
And then had to run outside to breathe
because the only thing I can ever do for you now
is light a candle for you,
and that doesn’t solve anything;
it doesn’t mean anything;
it doesn’t change anything.
Still, I lit a candle for you
maybe so others would see that I once loved and lost deeply, too;
I once believed in something, too.
Maybe I lit that candle