candle

the moment passes
and we crave yesterday
all we missed
the torn edges
of the books we
meant to read
we were living them
flatlining from life tests
and failing from cold
storms of our own 
creation
lying on couches
window to the world
open
guilty of dreaming
being frozen to the now
classically sad, elegant voices
slip into our lives and
pretty lips are homesick
for those gone and those 
leaving
the moment passes
and the candle we crave
no longer dances