Eulogy in Embers
I look back and I face the embers at my back,
There lives a small and flickering aftermath.
A quiet pulse where once burned this path.
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The shadows stretch wide and still,
absence hums beneath trembling will.
I move ahead, yet glance into the glow.
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The ember lingers,
small and true,
A pulse I carry into the blue.
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It does not call. It does not loudly burn.
It only glows — in case we ever turn.
Lingering and low, where memory stirs.
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That quiet glow behind the rough, I pray be snuffed. The path has grown so very wide.
But my ache just cannot hide.
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And gazing back into that quiet in between,
like looking through a dream —
An ember in the abyss. All that is left is this.
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Flickering.
Small,
but out of sight..



What a way to paint a picture with words!! no pun intended but this was fire 🔥
Very powerfully written.