it still glows

When it's ignited, it roars with flames; so strong, so powerful and so magnificent.

Thereafter it slowly dies down, sinks down, gets weaker and disappears.

Splendid but short-lived.

Just like the marvellous love stories we have heard of.

Except that when after it died, the stinging pain remains, leaving traces of its existence. It was there once. Like the hollow in the sand after a foot imprint - a space waiting for time to fill or something else to replace the space that was once occupied. But nothing else will fit so perfectly as the first one.

There's no use denying that there was a hollow once, cos memories remain, haunting us... perhaps in a good way.

We tried filling up the gap, time or replacement, but quietly waiting for its return.

The flames never died completely.

That glimmer of hope still shines, though it will not sparkle with the glory it once possessed - less the brilliance and intensity.

Silently it glows from within, slowly but keeping it warm... like a burning charcoal.

The glow retains, so quietly and slowly it stays till it can no more.