Nash

Vanilla candles flickering.
Their wicks burn into our late night heart to hearts.
Laughter in our hushed voices so we don't wake mom.
Take me back, to this wintertime lullaby. To the bliss that was intermingled with misery.
Forget me not, 4 years ago.
The safety and the innocence.
Of which we were stripped and deprived of.
These flames that illuminate the night are the spark for which my heart beats.
Planning and strategy.
Soon to be nothing.
Blank days and no marks.
Silence will be Fierce and with mighty power I'm left speechless.
Safe in this haven of home.