the Russian poet said it best
the embers of old
love
should not cause distress
not let love became
sad again
even when we all know
we cannot still be
friends
he like me plagued with jealousy
that put the stake in
the heart
of what might have been Bliss
but is now lost and
left both
to pay the cost
one cannot renew
the embers of a fire
gone
but this does not stop me
from feeling fond
for what might have been once
and yet never was
the tenderness felt now
after all this time
is not the same flame
it was when first stirred
but not ignited
yet little stirs
the slightest flame
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