The Embers Glow

Ash falls softly, a curtain of grey,

Where once a fire roared, vibrant and gay.

Chimney weeps, a mournful sigh,

Smoke trails upwards, a tear in the sky.

Charred remains where warmth used to be,

Aching absence, a hollowness we see.

Memories flicker, embers that glow,

Of laughter shared, a love that did flow.

But beneath the ashes, embers still rest,

A spark of hope, a resilience unrepressed.

With patient tending, kindling the flame,

A new fire can rise, whispering your name.

For even in loss, life finds a way,

New beginnings dawn, with each passing day.

The warmth of the past, a guiding light,

As you rise from the darkness, stronger and bright.

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