blackened out

The candles I’ve lit are all burned out and I’m still sitting on this lonely chair, trying to reach for your hands that were never coming back. I had thought that it would be possible to have even a part of you back with me even with all that’s happened between us. I’m not a fool anymore, to have you stay with me when your heart longs for another. Fate was a harsh friend. I may have believed at some point that our hearts were destined, but your eyes no longer held the warmth as it had when we were younger. It's so dark here, but I'd prefer to stay than to see you in the light, going further.