Old Flame
There are no embers
Only ashes
Lying cold
And void of hope
No matter now
How hard we try
The spark has gone
Faded into the corners
Of our minds
Nostalgic memories
Cannot reincarnate
Or compensate
For the love
We’ve left behind
Yet still
I search
Trying to catch
The shadowy pictures
That ricochet
Through the vignettes
Of time
Old flames
Die hard
When the children
Carry the same name.
When your blood runs
Through their veins
But the flint is wet
The wood has rotted
Life can never be
The same
Our fete
Was allotted
We have fulfilled
Our destiny
It’s the end
For you and me.
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Clare
Sun 3rd Apr 2022 20:36
Thanks to everyone for taking the time to read my ramblings and taking the time to tick like and/or comment.
John Botterill, don't you just love it when something poetic just rolls from the pen! 😊
John Marks, that may be the case in a lot of failed romances, but I assure you that in this case, it's only stone cold ashes.😌
Thanks, Ursula 💗