I Lit a Candle for You

I sat in an empty church in Oloron-Sainte-Marie for hours that day. How sad I was for you: out there alone, unreachable, and as lost as me. There were some wilted blue hydrangeas in a dark corner.

I lit a candle for you. From someone else's dreams and hopes, I kindled a defiant flame. Perhaps it burned out. Perhaps it was carried forward. My love and everything that mattered that day became reduced to a little flicker. In a dark world, though, even the tiniest of flames can mean everything. So many centuries of hopes dancing in the shadows of a long empty church.

The hydrangeas were beautiful. You would have loved them!