As evening blurs the edges of the day
I hold your words against the candle flame
and watch them dance like moths
see how the colours fade with the light
from blue to grey and then to black
until shape and form are all that remain.
They flutter away when I try to catch them –
did you really say goodbye? See, they settle
in a different order – you said you would stay forever.
I can name you more clearly in the dark;
the light from the furthest star returns our past
and in the silence I hear the thoughts behind your words.
Here, I will whisper them back to you
before morning dazzles us with its brilliance.
Jan Harris, UK