Candles burn.
The flame entrances.
She sees me there.
Transfixed, she stares
at the searing white core
commemorating
memorializing.
Burning bright,
she sees me now.
I push energy
power
to the candles
keep the flame
of grief and remembrance
burning.
It’s the only way
she’ll see me
burning brightly.
Dainy Bernstein 
I love poems that do and show what do… this reads like an affirmation dancing with a chant.
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