by Michael R. Burch
Now twice she has left me
and twice I have listened
and taken her back, remembering days
when love lay upon us
and sparkled and glistened
with the brightness of dew through a gathering haze.
But twice she has left me
to start my life over,
and twice I have gathered up embers, to learn:
rekindle a fire
from ash, soot and cinder
and softly it sputters, refusing to burn.
Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: relationship, relationships, love, reunion, reuniting, parting, break up, breaking up, separation, divorce, fire, embers, soot, cinder, cinders, sputter, sputters, sputtering, cold, ash, ashes, remembrance
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