Dying Wick

I hope you remember
to not ever forget;
I'm the last-lit candle
at the end of the set.
I'm another postcard
on the bottom of the pile;
I'll travel the world
to make you smile.

If you want to come home,
however long you've been gone,
we will light your way back,
smoldering one by one.
Just follow the faces
of your family and friends;
those you've missed in the front,
those like me at the end.

The music you make
and the pictures you paint
leave stains on our hearts;
though already they fade,
we can still hear your voice
call "I love you"s behind
to no one specific.
Yet we all reply:

"We love you forever!"
I hope you've realized
everyone of our hearts
broke saying goodbye.

I hope you remember
to not ever forget;
I'll whisper to your ghost
like a broken cassette:
I will love you forever
even though we've just met.
I'll be the last candle
at the end of the set.