3 Wick

A Poem by Devan McKinley

Our favorite scented wax,
Burning in a jar.
I wish the smell could reach you,
However far you are.

The flames are burning as bright,
As the future we could of had.
2 people, 3 wicks, 4 years.
The memories make me sad.

When something makes me smile,
Or when something makes me blue,
The first person that I'll want to tell, for a while, will be you.

I thought you'd be my "Marry me?"
And we imagined kids after "I do."
You still tell me you want it all,
But your actions prove its untrue.

I felt safe in your company.
Your touch made me calm.
And when I felt nervous,
I could always grab your palm.

Your smile made mine bigger.
Your eyes were my home.
Now song lyrics speak much louder,
And I hate to be alone.

I thought I was getting over you.
Until I lit this 3 wick.
Now I realize that this aching,
Is just like being homesick.