I hate the fact that the smell in the air right now is that of the perfume she wore the last time I saw her. Not that i don’t want to, I do, but the fact remains, I doubt she will. Knowing that, the smell will linger not just in the air but in my mind till the end of my days and will always remind me….
A flame is lit, at the end of this road
A flame to honor the times we shared
A flame to reassure me how much I care
A flame reminiscent of the red and white rose
A flame to signifying of the path you chose
A flame to light a path into the unknown void I pursue
A flame to remind me how much I will dearly miss you