smile induced creases; or, an ode to an empty chair

[youcantquit_mb]

strafe all your life
glassed behind eyes of amethyst:
where purity and grace flicker away
and stuck, almost haphazardously, at the precipice
of a monument to you,
a modest flame rests on a gentle wick.
unfaultering in its dexterity,
a true burn, a guide somewhat
nothing...becoming,
just a stationary reminder.
my twinkle twinkle little star.
(how i wonder what you wish
how i wish i was full of wonder)