Sparks
Lying on the bed, lost in thought, she felt life living her.
Her spark dimmed.
Tears swelled.
The room smelled of sadness—
loss hanging in the air, sharp enough to take everything with it.
As she lay with her emotions, her mind drifted to when she still had her spark.
When she glowed.
When her laughter filled rooms.
When her warmth made the sun jealous.
The memories only drew more tears.
The scent of sadness grew heavier,
and longing stayed.
Angelandpen
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