Embers of a Forgotten Love

Some love doesn’t just fade away; it turns into a white ember, burning in the cold.

It’s a feeling from a past December, a memory you light like a match in the snow.

Even when dreams collapse, a spark remains. It’s a love that never gets old,

a shadow you still see in the silent air. They once told you hope was made of

fire, and you saw that flame in their eyes. Now, you guard that spark,

a ghost of a flame you made together, breathing it to life so it keeps the dark at bay.