Spent

There's an answer in the afterglow
When passion's flame is ash
When cities rest in rubble
And there is no hope to dash

There's truth in warmth and darkness
When bodies lie entwined
When screams and moans are silenced
And only bones remind

There's a moment after everything
When we learn what it meant
When love and hate are burned away
And we fall still and spent

--Tonin, January 18 2015