My grandmother told me you light a candle
every night, to light the way for the lost,
the souls of the ones we love,
who struggle to find their way back home.
She lit one with a match and placed it
on the windowsill, and I began to wonder,
was it to show them the way home,
or was it because of fear of the dark?
Years later, I was the one lighting the candle,
and I was hoping she would find her way home,
so, just for a brief moment, I would see her again.