Fading Embers

Every day 
it dies a little more
there is nothing left 
to stoke the fire 
that sparked 
when we first met 
burst into flame 
fuelled by our passion 
burned steadily 
fed by our love 

I watch its slow demise 
dispassionately, dry-eyed 
for these eyes have wept 
several monsoons

There are many more 
tears to shed 
but I dam them up within
for fear they will extinguish
the feeble glow
if I allow them to flow

I put on a brave face
a bright smile
The pretence tires me
It shows on your face too
Perhaps it is time
to let truth 
put out the embers
for we know 
no phoenix will rise
from these ashes

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