Tonight, I lit a candle But it remained alight There was no telling flicker No disruption to the night. My eyelids heavy, closed Drifted I into a dream I did not see you there To tell me where you’ve been. I lay in solid slumber Undisturbed by ghosts of past So bitterly let down I was sure I’d know at last. I was sure you would not leave me I was sure you’d come to say That you’re up there in your heaven That I’ll meet you there one day. But the sharp light of the sunshine Woke me to reality My eyes opened, looked for you And nothing glared right back at me.
Nicola Pett currently teaches English and Literature in Cairns, Australia. She has worked as an actor, script writer, voice-over artist and creative producer. Her poetry has been published online in The Chamber Magazine, Writing in a Woman’s Voice and Grand Little Things.
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