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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:06 am
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He stood for hours
<br />trying to remember
<br />what it was like
<br />to sit comfortably
<br />in the chair,
<br />his favorite chair,
<br />the one near the
<br />fireplace, where
<br />upon the mantle,
<br />her picture stared.
<br />Time had taken her,
<br />as it had before,
<br />but this time,
<br />she would not return to him.
<br />Remnants of their love
<br />now glowed in the embers,
<br />that crackled with each kiss
<br />she had placed on his lips.
<br />Warm they were, if ever dying,
<br />like the heat raised up from the fire,
<br />as the flickering of the flames receded
<br />into the ashes of their lives.
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