the fire in my chest
you kindled, love
years ago
dimmed when you
failed to feed it
anything but dreams
& lies
which sparked up
& burned too fast
like pine
snapping
it needed substance
to keep burning
& there was none
there is nothing here
for you now
but ashes
Susan Daniels Poetry 
The sadness is palpable, the disappointment, there on the surface. Very emotional and the metaphor excellent. Strangely though, I think it would go well with a very early poem of mine; about what may rise from those ashes –
Up out the ash of burnt old flames,
I found you in the pot of soup
that rests on the fireplace of my heart.
And offered you some
on that cold winter’s morning.
http://dmosmusings.com/2012/05/15/ash/
(I always remember – Ashes breed Phoenixes 🙂 )
Danny–loved the piece–and they do go well together. Offering soup–such a homey, warming thing to do. Worked very, very well.
Hard, Harsh, Heating and Hitting! Reminds me of one of the love songs of Joan Baez _ “silver dagger” and a bit of “Lonesome road”
Ohhhhh–glowing with the comparison, my friend 😉
Thank you!
The last three lines really display the trauma of losing the one you love … you write awesome, so real !!!
Aw–thanks so much!
Susan,
This has my LOVE button all over it. So well written
Boomie–thank you!
Awestruck !
Thanks, Deb…
Sad and poignant, beautifully written. Well done, Susan
thanks, Celestine.