Ashes of Distant Love

Patricia Pixie❤
2 min readAug 7, 2023

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In the passage of time, photos have burned, and memories have faded. All that remains is a distant recollection lost in oblivion. Ashes slipping through my fingers, love left unspoken.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Amidst the ashes of what once was, the embers of our love still glow, flickering with a faint warmth that refuses to die. But the photos, those frozen fragments of our happiest moments, have turned to ashes, leaving only a trace of what once was.

I try to grasp those memories, to hold onto the essence of what we had, but they slip through my fingers like fine sand, carried away by the winds of time. It is as if the universe conspires to erase the past, leaving us with nothing but fading echoes.

Yet, somewhere within the recesses of my heart, those memories persist, like a distant melody that plays softly in the background. They are the essence of our love, imprinted on my soul, eternally resonating in the chambers of my being.

Love is a flame that burns deep within, beyond the reaches of space and time. Even as the tangible reminders of our love crumble to ashes, the spark that once ignited our souls endures, an eternal flame that refuses to be extinguished.

Though the photos may have burned, and the memories may have faded, the love we shared remains eternal. It lingers in the spaces between moments, in the silence of solitude, and in the dreams that dance upon the canvas of the night.

As I stand amidst the ashes of what once was, I find solace in knowing that our love transcends the physical world. It is not confined to the confines of photographs or the limitations of memory.

Love, like the phoenix, rises from the ashes, reborn with each beat of my heart. It is a love that defies explanation, a love that knows no end. And though the photos may have burned, the fire of our love burns brighter than ever, lighting the path to eternity.

In the emptiness left by the burned photos, I find comfort in knowing that the essence of our love lives on, in the intangible realm of the heart. It is a love that cannot be contained, a love that stretches across the expanse of time, and a love that will endure beyond the ashes.

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Patricia Pixie❤
Patricia Pixie❤

Written by Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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