For when I was lost

I gazed into you 

 

Like the flame of a single candle

You lit up the darkness

 

Kept the beauty of light alive

But as I gazed too long

Your glow began to melt

 

And then the light went

Not in you, but me

 

The paradox of your being in me

The touch not of a burn 

The glint not of a flame

 

But the sleek of a mirror 

I can see in this darkness

Just I long for your warmth again