I want to say
it happened around
December.

It was more like
mid-November.

Everything that's happened
swirling within,
I don't remember.

All of these
'-embers'

Embers
& ashes
drifting through the wind
from the fire
that burned our love.

Is adding flames to love
a good thing?

Does it fuel us?

Or does it extinguish
everything we thought
we had?