Burnt Embers

Deep rivers run rampant through my soul until memories of her become burnt embers, smoldering; leaving traces of her elixir lingering in the air. I can still feel her flames, deep within me, filling my lungs; I cannot breathe.

I close my eyes; inhale deeply, in an effort to exhale, to remove her forever more from my thoughts. Yet she lingers on. The confusion of days and weeks pass slowly as I search the remnants of what was left behind.

And still she lingers, smoldering effortlessly, her perfume, her laughter, her smile; her soul without mine. She lingers.

I race towards the mirage at the end of the tunnel, spewing hatred and anger. It feels good to cheapen her; to cheapen us. Yet I stand still alone, in the darkness of emptiness; no profound comfort from friends or family. The truth of her words lies within her absence. She left me . . . she left so that she could dream, so that she could aspire. She left me; alone, and in the confines of my every thought or habit she lingers, a presence that torments my hope.

She lingers.

I feel the cold air, reaching through my soul to find a home within my bones. Her flame once kept me warm. Her flame once comforted me. I can feel the cold air though she lingers on.

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Very nicely depicted. Geez, just wanna hug ya, but it won't warm ya up. Hardest person in the world to forgive - yourself. Keep easin towards it, you'll get there.

Nice write and welcome....

Thank you all and glad to be a part of this. Please let me say that this poem is not about a personal experience. I just woke up this morning wanting to write something and this is what came out. I wish could write about personal experiences but my life is probaly a bit too boring.

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Neat write, Welcome