Embered Ash

 

As he had left me alone, 

  so many times, 

there would be 

  no saving us. 

It is a different kind of love- one I have struggled to put words to over these past few years. 

He is protective, but controlling. 

He is brash and does not listen well. 

He takes care of my mother and me...

  but I often wonder, 

at what price? 

And where there had been love...

  I fear he may have snuffed the lot of it out; 

  only embered ash really, 

  that remains burning. 

I see no reasonable effort to fuel it from him. 

No notice of the fire dimming down. 

and I have lost the will now, 

to burn the forest down, 

To keep us hot. 

  To keep us warm, 

During these icy storms. 

I think it best now, 

  Leave it to him, 

Life or death. 

Freezing now. Unmoved by the dying ember 

  as I scry into it's last dying light. 

Rather hypnotized, instead...

     

           to it all.