by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:58 am

He stood for hours trying to remember what it was like to sit comfortably in the chair, his favorite chair. The one near the fireplace, where upon the mantle her picture stared.
Time had taken her, as it had before, but this time she would not return to him. Remnants of their love now glowed in the embers that crackled with each kiss she had placed on his lips.
Warm they were, if ever dying, like the heat raised up from the fire, as the flickering of the flames receded into the ashes of their lives.