reflections from fire

when something catches on fire, there is a ton of energy behind the flame. It makes sense then, that even after the flame is put out, the energy lingers- embers flicker, smoke does pirouettes as it rises before disappearing into the stratosphere, ashes reluctantly whisper goodbye as they take their time being blown away by the wind… energy lingers and love seems to be the laziest of them.

The flame of passion dies and we wait for what’s left of love to vanish, dissipate into the void of another romance gone south.

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