A Candle Burns in the Window
I can't make you love me

she put a candle in the window
there it burns thru the night
as she sits in an old overstuffed chair
gazing past the candle
thru the window into the night
singing softly to herself, the song by Bonnie Raitt
Turn down the lights
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me
Tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
each word exchanged for a tear
the room becomes clouded
as the ghosts appear
dancing thru time that has slipped away
reflecting fond memories
remnants of you and me
my vision obscured
as I held back the tears
the rivers overflowing
escaping spilling from my eyes
my mind becomes tangled
seeing you standing by my chair
I reach out to touch you
knowing you're not there
into my hands, I lay my face
frighten to raise my head
but longing to see your face
place my palm against your cheek
lightly tug on the lobe of your ear
slide my finger along your lips
deep within me, I know this is not real
I don't want to let go
of the longing for you,
I feel it helps to keep buried
the scars left by the hurt and pain
it bothers me that you didn't say a word
as you opened the front door, walked to the curb
I stood by the window watching
as you approached the car
opened the door then drove away
you still have not said a word to me
since that day
About the Creator
A. Keith Clement
I write poetry and short stories it is a necessity for me. It keeps me happy.
Without knowing it until I was forty-seven, my life has been a work in progress that began in my youthful years as a child and has continued to this day.




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