A spark,
a glimmer,
a dying ember
of your past.
Barely visible
but burning
all the same.
Forget it’s there
if you can,
but nothing good
can last.
Always waiting,
lurking
for your soul.
#tbt
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A spark,
a glimmer,
a dying ember
of your past.
Barely visible
but burning
all the same.
Forget it’s there
if you can,
but nothing good
can last.
Always waiting,
lurking
for your soul.
Autumn Siders 