The Ash Remembers

A memory long buried, I'm resigned
fragile echoes where no voice can find -
the truths I fought for, the words left unsaid,
a flame that burned but never spread.

No legacy carved deep in stone
flickers of thought, forgotten, alone
a name drowned out in the hush of bars,
a soul unseen beneath the burning stars.

There is silence now, I do not resist
yet the embers breathe, the desire exists
a whisper clings to the edges of night
yearning for meaning beyond fading light.

(It's been a minute since I've revisited the remnants of old thoughts and unsaid words. In retrospect, it's strange how often I live in fragments, leaving behind silent echoes of what could have been said or done. There are times when I think I've moved on, but the past lingers, always present in the shadows, quietly waiting for its moment to be remembered.)