Disillusion.
Refused.
Confusing.
Recollection.
Faded photographs in dusty frames.
Memory inducing, a bittersweet sting.
Aching for the warmth those vibrant flames would bring.
Where did the light go?
Can it be reclaimed?
Or am I left with only whispers, a faded name?
Ashes scattered, hope turned to smoke.
Only embers whisper, as memories choke.
The silence screams, a deafening roar,
A hollow echo of what came before.
But beneath the ashes, a hidden ember glows.
An ember to...