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.)
