I Miss Me

In the dark night, I am amazed to see a light
At the hidden corner of the room.

A hidden corner in a dim room where
the only thing I see is me.

The light flickered, like a burning candle
ready to give up, the breeze forcing it to die.

I covered the flame with my hand,
I was amazed.

Twas the first time I saw my hands.
My own hands.

And I never let it go until
the wax it lived on boiled up to smoke.

My eyes tried to find the light.
Nothing was left.

So there I was.
In the middle of the dark room.
In the middle of hurt, and pain.
I was back to the place I have known so well.
The room of loneliness and sadness.

Here,in the quiet, I miss you.
But most of all...


I miss the light.


I miss me.