The Flame Extinguished
Waking
in this inky darkness,
Yearning
for even the tiniest flame
To
bring the safe comfort of light.
But
you took it with you,
Eroding
all the warmth,
Leaving
an immeasurable chill.
How
your presence used to burn in me,
I
still remember its heated touch
Like
a phantom limb
Tingling
in the aftermath.
Now
this ring on my hand
Nothing
more than a pretty pebble;
And
these sheets, that used to house
The
intimate joining of hearts and flesh,
Are
nothing more than cold cloth;
What
used to be a home,
Now
only bricks and wood assembled
On
clay muddied by my tears;
Left
with nothing but the hope
Of
something more somewhere around the bend.
So touching....
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So poignant--you drew me in with the opening line and I really hope that there is "something more somewhere around the bend!"
ReplyDeleteHow well this reads of a love that has ended with such excruciating imagery.
ReplyDeleteI liked the ending that at least the hope remained from the love extinguished.
ReplyDeleteI hope that every bend in the road leads to something better..the sense of loss comes over in waves..BTW your words re never silly!
ReplyDeleteGreat job with this write. Like a phantom limb is a wonderful line.
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