There was no lighthouse
Just a small jar with a candle
She hoped he would see it, hoped he would come
A tiny beacon to beckon him home
They said he was lost at sea
It couldn’t be, she still felt his heart beat
He would never be lost to her
As she places the candle each night.
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thanks for playing the Sunday Writing prompt đ
Wonderful selection you’ve created here – captures the longing, the need to believe, the tinge of despondency, set alight in the smallest of acts.
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