Mind those
Unpredictable vibrations
In the
Clouded silence
Watching,”phantom of the opera “
Alone with
Faded pink candlelight
And the
Heady smell
Of ground coffee
I’ve never
Been happier
To be alone
The candle
Brightens and dims
Ebbs and flows
All at once
Teasing
The shadows
Reversing whatever
Pain the day
Left me
Out of
The shiny night
The past
Came calling
Rolling and Turbulent
This is not
Where I belong
But the rain
Was quiet
And soft
And it seemed
What a dream
Would feel like
Isn’t it surprising
That fortune
Ebbs and flows
Exactly like
A candle?
-Sarah Mahina Calvello
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