2010/2candles

Two candlesticks on the table,
unmatched silverplate
from the thrift store,
right after the fire.
I had nothing,
they were good enough.
I bought them with a glass
vase that had silver too,
which stayed on the table
almost every day
until it broke.
Sometimes the yellow pitcher
came out, or the blue enamel
one filled with roses.
I miss the vase,
it always worked, and
I had that kind of loyalty
toward it you always
have toward the first
things you acquire,
I still feel that
toward the candlesticks.

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