The Burning Embers

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While staring at the burning embers,
A memory from the past was triggered,
'Twas blurry—and now I clearly remember,
A friend who has always been my defender.

Doesn't seem to care about the manics.
Doesn't laugh at anyone mediocre antics;
Girls swooned over his dapper and snob characteristics,
But he only cares about his moto and other mechanics.

That day, my anxiety creeps in, I sat at the corner,
"Hey, are you okay?" he said in a whisper;
Then he sat beside me—consolingly patted my shoulder,
I looked in his eyes and I know I'll never be alone, never.

Wherever I go, he follows,
Whatever I do, he must know;
Whoever hurts me, will never see a rainbow,
Whenever I need help, he'll be my hero.

But the joke was still on me even after seventeen years,
He left where I can't follow, He made sure I won't see him ever;
My heart still hurts, my eyes still well with tears,
I miss him... while I'm staring at the burning embers.

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“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

TODAY'S PROMPT: BURNING

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