The candlestick

There it lies, all alone in the dark

Unused and unkempt for sure,

It had been the witness of our childish meetings

In the dark, long time before.

On either side of it we stood

Looking eye to eye,

We exchanged many vows and promises

Death was a mere goodbye.

In late night calls, when you called me up

And wanted midnight hugs,

I used to sneak out carrying it

But now that memory bugs.

I used to stare at your candle-lit face

Not an inch did I move then

But now I just hide my tears

By standing in the rain.

You entered my life as an Easter wind

Ringing my hearts chime

And now those are only withered memories

Enough to spend a lifetime.