Flames are dancing in the candles that I lite,                                                                                           but my soul is sitting still, waiting on someone who should have been here by now.                   Can’t imagine where they are.                                                                                                                                     Lights against the wall smiling at me, laughing perhaps.....perhaps.                                                                I’m happy for them, the dancing flames, laughing lights.                                                                Guess my bundle of nothing flesh is not spoiling their festivities.