Rekindling

Time drifts quickly,
Issuing desperation into the void.
A besom's stirring memory,
Ascends to the fore.
Reflection, stokes a flame,
That sparked long ago.
Yours, is a prod, that could ignite;
A flicker, that might engulf, into burning.
 
Do you recall?
Or is it mere imagination,
What almost was?
It's something I relive,
When warm winds, only arouse memories.
Memories, that invoke you,
& that cause me to think about rekindling, an old ember.