Dusty bookshelves
Hidden notes.
Sometimes I wonder
The things they see and hear.
Shadows moving in the house.
The candle is lit and I can see them
Both the shadows and the dust.
Both the memories and the dreams
They are alive and well.
They rest peacefully
While the half-light of the candle
Warms them up
Burning me up.
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