Candleburn

He was blown away by a gust of wind, leaving just melting wax. He knows the truth and reality but he just would not want to leave. If possible, he wants to live in His memories forever. However, he understood that he needs to let go, let it be. He cried every nights and day dreams all days. He could not eat well and thinks he is getting fatter. He would lie down on his bed and would not want to get up, wanting to dream of Him back, to feel the fantasy into reality. Thus, it is just illusion to him. The candle by his bed is melting night by night. Slowly getting shorter and shorter and soon it will vanish. He will leave soon quite soon from now. All that is left will just be patches of melted wax, similar to his heart. A candle leaves its trace, while he leaves a scar. A scar that might not be able to erase off or heal. He loves Him. He hopes for Him. Maybe he is still dreaming. Maybe he is still asleep. Please do not wake him. Let him sleep till he die.
A candle burn thru the night, the clouds are playing with the stars. The moon watches his sleep thru his window, a cry was heard from afar.