One Ember Day Poem by Nisho Olme

Crying, dying, lying, on the ground beneath my tree,
My final tears still falling, slowly stealing life from me,
The ghost that haunts my memories, and smiles at me once more,
Can only tell me stories of what we had done before.
Her longing eyes that pulled me in, now steal me once again,
And tell me that she's here for me and ready to begin,
Our silence wakes the buried past and reminds me of our love,
And then I know that all this time it's her I've been thinking of.