Look at it closely,
What do you see?
Coal; wood; the ash of letters from lost loves?
Is it burning? Are flames alive, tapdancing on glowing embers?
Keep it going.
Don’t let it burn out; forget the mirror,
Your fireplace is your true reflection,
Burning hot, or down to sparks,
It’ll keep you alive. Lit. Visible,
Only you can stoke it,
All that ash collected over the years,
Little different from my pile, perhaps more, perhaps less
We all burn out someday, that’s true,
But look after it won’t you? Because that’s you.
P.S. I’ll return to stories and visiting your blogs asap!