Sifting through old memories like a camper brushing aside dying embers seeking a spark
Where once there was warmth and comfort, has now grown cold and dark
Had the fire died from neglect, unattended? Had I failed to keep the fire’s glow?
Or had you simply moved on—and decided it was time to go?
A fire once blazed warmly fueled by logs of talk, laughter and caring
Pleasant memories of company, fun, concern and sharing
Now the flames are extinguished, a mist of thin smoke rising faintly from the ash
Mournful reminder of the flame that burned in the past.
Esot-eric 