Candlelight concert
(A poem about turndowns and music appreciation)
I went to the candlelight concert we didn’t go together...
So many times I thought of looking sideways and seeing you.
So many times I missed the firm grasp of your hand in mine.
So many times I wanted to lean my head sideways on yours.
But you weren’t there.
I went alone.
Ironicaly, I was sat behind a very sweet, loving, and kissing couple.
I felt the touch of the cold air soothing the heat beneath my skin.
I held my hands open to receive the soundwaves
Of rock classics played by a cello, two violins and a viola.
Surrounded by candlelights in the dark,
Among the anonymous crowd.
And how great is it, that there are artists who do their craft.
I individually felt the bliss of remembering great songs.
I collectively felt the joy of all who apprecieated that art.
I relished the chills of delight my heart sent throughout my skin.
And none of that could help the fact you weren’t there.
We both know you wouldn’t take any of my invites anymore.
And it doesn’t matter.
I am glad I bought my tickets to the concert,
Even though you turned me down on the long run.
I am glad I was the one who took me there.
I wish I had previously heard the setlist on repeat,
Had I known they would allow us to sing along.
I will, right as rain, have new tickets again.
I went to the candlelight concert we didn’t go together.
And it was great.
(Theo Sant’Ana, 27/02/2026)
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