“why do i care”
Why do i even care, sitting here alone
while holding this candle of truth,
thinking of you ?.
Your wisdom seeping through.
Wounds healing from a dark seated past,
every heart beat feeling like the last one.
Here i sit in this chair
wondering why i even care.
Why do i want to take your hand and guide
you there ?.
This light , it’s so bright as if it shines through some forgotten tunnel.
I see, yet i don’t remember.
You said “you are right” yet i don’t remember.
The only thing that hold’s fast in
is the memory of going back through
this dark tunnel.
Holding onto the candle of truth,
while thinking of you .