Flames burn bright until
they are blown out by the breath of the one who once gave you your reason to
glow.
In the dark now, your smoldering
ashes beg to be stirred to life with the spark of love that never comes.
Yet
you wait…You hope…
And then you feel it…A
small but new whisper of breath flutters the ashes.
Dare you hope? Will this
new breath be the spark your heart has been longing for?
Dare you trust it to keep
you warm…to make you burn…again?
I know this feeling all too well
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