I was rolling in a memory.

There was her, and she is here.

So close that I can taste her.

Anything else is not as clear.

I am waiting on the front porch.

Somehow, hope that she returns.

I take it all much slower now.

No more candles, both ends burns.

The kid is sleeping land of slumber.

When she wakes, I see she grown.

So much to be thankful for.

Regrets of past, no more are shown.