Embers
I hold the memory of us
Like a lit matchstick;
Close enough to keep me warm,
But,
Eventually
It burns me.
This poem is about:
Me
Guide that inspired this poem:
I hold the memory of us
Like a lit matchstick;
Close enough to keep me warm,
But,
Eventually
It burns me.
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