Embers

What is love at first sight

but a refraction of memory?

Moments taken out of their boxes

slid beside fire light

you’ve kindled to suit

the romance you believed in.

But all flames become embers

dying in the ash

thick in your mouth,

as like smoke he escapes.

A blue wisp you cannot ignite

with the matches you light,

a vain attempt to spark

the passion he never felt

from the start.

 

 

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