She has become a different person since I chased her away.
Now she doesn't look into the eyes of hopeful promises.
Love leaves, traces, residues, and memories.
For anything, that wasn't love, give yourself some time.
Check with your cache, after a good while, has passed away.
What was, once a flame, is now in embers.
Mild sparks, like fireflies.
Everything else, will be blown away, by the winds of change.
The dust and ash, am looking at now, contemplating...
The flame I feared, could burn down my house, would have made a nice fireplace.
-