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..

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