"Loves Dying Flame"

  

  Love's Dying Flame

She never knew,

The pain of losing.

Had never felt,

Deep pricks within.

Had never lost,

In love nor battle,

But this was now,

And that was then.

First with words,

The pain started.

Teardrops formed,

Within her eyes.

Then her whole

World had shattered.

When he left,

With no goodbye.

Why did he

Built the fire?

Why is it

She was to blame?

Why did he

Stoke the fire;

Then turn and run,

From the hot flames?

As the ashes

Pile up she wonders,

Standing broken,

Lost no doubt.

Why did he bother

To build the fire,

Then leave her,

Frozen in doubt.

 Valentine

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The questions of life. We won't know the answers till we walk the final walk.
"Why did he bother
To build the fire,
Then leave her,
Frozen in doubt."
I have asked the above question often. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[ANTO]

Excellent title choice Valentine, drew me in. The fire metaphor is a new one on me. It so works, im inspired. The bittersweetness affected me.

[KAREN]

Very sad, the reader can feel the pain and agony.