No Spark

23 Oct

Lately, I have wondered
what or who you are to me
and I don’t know the answer.

That spark, that fire
once burning deep inside for you,
that candle that burned brighter
than the surface of the sun
is now so dimly lit
I can barely see your face.

A stranger’s face.
Hard to paint a picture of you.

Copyright © 2013 Kimalee Jones

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One Response to “No Spark”

  1. words4jp October 23, 2013 at 2:54 pm #

    i am waiting for the guy I miss so much to be barely a spark – a very dim spark.


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