I think you know its over when you don't miss the old times.
You look at them and remember them fondly.
But the warmth that once lit your heart doesn't come.
Perhaps the blaze suffocated by the caged walls.
Perhaps it extinguished by the tears.
Either way, clear it is no longer present.
But just as you call that call,
pass that identification,
you feel it.
A heat generated from a place un-located.
And the convincing of feelings trail and jump.
Until the realisation of the hope being nothing but the remaining coals.
Closing your eyes too feel another tear sizzle on your hearts embers.
You can't help the confusion.
Can flames relight?
Or does it just take a while for the coals to well and truly die.