A hundred circles,
wrapping myself in a cardigan,
trapping myself in the traces of you.
There’s a candle, and it just won’t go out.
It’s overpowering, I
slip under like in spy movies,
and try to follow your scent back to you.
Where are you?
Are you this candle?
The flame, whiter
the longer I look at it.
It grows, or am I getting closer?
I swear I saw your face.
You’re everywhere I close my eyes.