There is this moment
Slipping into silence
My fading youth will wash away the scent
Fires that burn too brightly
Consumed what was left
Now there is only ash
and the imprint of the flame
burned into my eyes from staring
We rushed in toward the center
Both hungry and war torn
Seeking solace and love
We found it for some time
but the reality of difference and pain
always sets in
the true test of commitment
is whether you can withstand discomfort
This contemplation arises
while there is still a burning ember
feed the red glow
and fan the flames once more
I hear the faint whisper from your tired voice
We have passed through the first eve
of fading memory
Do we have the strength
to keep from disappearing?
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