Up close

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

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