I feel like two candles, bought without their wicks.

There is something missing, I know not how it fits.

Two candles in total, who knows which is which.

I haven't found where it is I belong.

I hope for the place that does not feel wrong.

It is the dreams of home, for which that I long.

The remains of a memory

I had held it so tenderly

But now it has slipped from my clumsy hands

And now it resides in the endless expanse.

I feel like two candles, bought without their wicks.

There is a piece of me broken, I know not how to fix.

Two candles made whole, a combination so sick.

Where is it that I belong?