Tree Stumps Poem by Mathew Lewis

Is it in you now?
All those long forgotten nights.
Is it in your heart?
In words you can’t describe.
Do you carry with you
Those tears you didn’t cry?
Is there space still left inside you,
For the things you left behind?
Do you come back home on some days
And look at where you are?
Do you wonder how you got there?
Do you think about the past?
Is the sunset painted differently
In that corner of the world?
Have you somehow grown
Into more than what you were?

Of course you cannot answer.
And you are not to blame.
You simply fed the fire inside you
With an even bigger flame.

But what used to burn beside you
Has now been left behind.
With no fuel to feed the embers,
Those flames begin to die.

And this is true in all things;
In every part of life.
We all have charcoaled tree stumps,
And once-upon-a-times.

And in the silence of the nightfall,
I lie in bed and full awake.
And I think about those tree stumps,
And how much I miss your face.