Snuffed Out

In the creaking corridor 
of my haunted house heart,
I tended the small flame
you lit for me,
using its meager light
to bring hope to my dreary days.
When I tried to share it,
one slight move snuffed it out,
but I refuse to believe
it was nothing after all.

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