The gift reminds him of her
a candle with an inch high wick
enclosed in hard ceramic, painted red.
He fears that if he were to lit a fire,
her light will flicker but briefly
as when she first left him.
He would have been a wall around her
had she chose to burn and glow;
he, enjoying all of her warm light.
The braid of interwoven soft threads
stands strong in their fragility.
If only both had stayed.
Instead, he chose to do this-
keep this candle unlit,
his memorial for what could have been.
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