Lit candles
For everything I want to say, everything I want to show, and everything I want to feel
They stand there
Undisturbed
The flame does not wither, nor does it burn brighter
Pews sit empty
Dust mites spew confessions
This is something I do not want to share, not with anyone
I’m here, though
Praying
My words float above my head like a bubble
Waiting for someone to burst it
To spread it open, finding comfort in the words
Like it was their favorite blanket
I know what I want
Others know what I need
LITTLE TALKS 