Candle in the wind

Candle in the wind by Chelsea Crocker
© Chelsea Cris Crocker / SeyChelle Photography

She stared out of her window
Hoping to see his pretty face
But hiding beneath the shadows
Were empty promises and malaise

She longed for hope, for love, for him
But all she could hear in that moment
Were unanswered telephone rings
And the words in her mind, unspoken

She stared out of her window
Pages of her diary flipping with the breeze
She turned to her last words just written
Three words, eight letters, inked on paper with ease

Her love for him was like a candle in the wind
Lit by the hope of a bright tomorrow
It shone against the gentle breeze that came in unseen
Flickering in darkness, she lay on the floor wrapped in an everglow