Dying Embers Poem by Helen Crutchett
Dying Embers
I stoke the smouldering white hot sizzling
of a dying love affair___________
We warmed our bodies
in the flame of
burning passion _________
The sparks in your eyes,
alive with longing,
searing into my heart
have dimmed ________.
I gaze into the last ember of dying logs, with smoke filled eyes,
Destined to become ashes in the wind. _______________
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
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