Dying Embers

The once raging fires
Have been stilled
The joy of relationship
Nearly killed
Somebody needs to
Constantly prod the grate
Before it is too late
She does make efforts
A crackling sound heard
And then
A deafening silence
Not a word
Stoking a dying fire
Who’s truthful?
Who’s a liar?
Never easy to decide
Now uneasiness rides
She doused the flames
She accepts the blame
Result- the dying embers
So now, frantic efforts
Naturally, all hers
But sadly
There’s nothing left
To recover
It’s either
A constant dwelling
In the exhilarating past
Or a hopeless hope
For the future
Or just wait!
Maybe too early
To sound
Life’s death knell
Tomorrow
Anything can happen
Who can tell?
As long as the embers glow
There’s still a chance
Whether high or low
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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