Candle Lit Graveyard

by Mihir Deshmukh   Mar 15, 2015

A single silent violin
shimmering on that breezy night.
No silver of your dear moon,
just yellow shimmering candle light.

Candles,champagne and a table for two,
and a million dots on a background blue.
Me wearing the best I have,
me,waiting with an open horse cab.

And you,in that stunning black dress that day,
and you,six feet beneath us you lay.
So I sit there ,sobbing,holding on to your memories shards,
so I sit there sobbing in the candle lit graveyard.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Kevin

    So moving.

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This piece is beautiful and sad all at once. Your language throughout this piece is wonderful.
    Well done and all the best,

  • 2 years ago

    by J Nair

    Very Beautifull John.
    All the best take care.


  • 3 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted


  • 3 years ago

    by Mihir Deshmukh

    It was actually about my girlfriend's death or rather her 1st birthday after she died I actually went there with the candles and violin.