Dying Embers

We don’t make love any more,
nor greet each other at the door.
Years laid rusty, corroded dreams.
Age deals romance a mortal blow.

Time can be so cruel,
draining life from lives.
A thief that robs passion,
erasing it from the slate.

Whispered words of love,
now left at the doorway
of an empty room.
While a cold bed cries out
to lonely blankets on the floor.

No more looks of ardor,
nor soft engaging smiles.
Gifts of flowers long decayed,
only memories prevail.
Anguish-bit lips fight back tears.

Flames of the heart extinguished,
Leaving only lukewarm ashes
choking for oxygen,
As glowing embers die.

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