By: Gus Victoria
Holding on to the ember,
Fire left its scar,
Soon only ash,
Consuming hope,
There was little left,
Faith withered long ago,
Only habits lingered,
Passion ran once,
A mighty river it carried them,
Empty dust about
Strands them,
Each walks in a different direction,
To seek what might revive
What could not be lost,
Each remembers a vision
That changes with time.
She was dark when he was light,
She was day when he was night,
Alternating in their own way,
One and the other,
Friends and lovers.
Strangers walking away,
