Embers

In beat with the sound of the lyre,

On a beautiful nights,

We made our love shine brighter,

Our fears taking flight.

The next day,

"I'm leaving you"

Was all you had to say.

"Our time was overdue."

The fire between us dimmed

Till we were nothing but embers.

You left my mind brimmed with reminders of past Decembers.

Once upon a time, 

I called you mine.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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