The lamp flickers
As it burns through
The last of the oil
Outside, snow falls
A log on the fire
I pretend it’s you
Covering my feet
With a blanket
As you always did

On crumbling pages
Black and white
I delicately trace
Your fading smile
Flipping through
As old photographs
Give ghostly reminders
Of the way
Things used to be

Though long, I find solace 
In these nights
Remembering, watching
Trails of failing light
Dancing across an empty chair
-Your empty chair
And I wait
For one last thing to burn out
Before I see you again
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