Dear Heart

The sun has set
Last evening
Shall I waste the day
Your lips have long since silenced
Dear,
No innocent to blame
The wind creeps through the meadow, still
I ponder on the day
Might we talk about those things that
Longing yearns to say
The candle burns all evening
Until the wax collects its flame
I fear the sun will rise
Tomorrow
Heart,
Will I forget your name?