The Scent Lingered

The scent of burnt leaves lingered in the evening air  
pungent in the breeze  
as the smoke swirled  
from the ashes  
to merge with the night
though the leaves are gone
traces of their presence remained in the ground
and in the air  
like a lingering memory
A memory that flickers  
and burns in my mind  
a memory that still stays  
to haunt me night and day
a memory of you  
which is  as fresh  
as the scent of this burnt leaves  
entrancing my senses  
Our love may have died
but in its death  
the ashes remained  
cinders from a once burning flames  
of love we had  
that was never buried  
but preserved in an urn  
I keep in the secret place of my heart  
with a hope of resurrecting it into life  
like a Phoenix rising from the ashes
For our love remains through time  
though buried deep like the dead leaves  
its embers will remain with the ashes  
ever warm ever fresh in my memory
Written by Summerrain75
Author's Note
This is a sequel to the previous poem I posted earlier " A Dying Flame" and inspired by a comment made by Snuggle Buck.
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